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It's been a long time since I drew Stan.

(I don't really like how it turned out after adding color digitally)

SOMEONE ALREADY CRACKED THE WEBSITE AND GOT A MAJORITY OF THE SECRET CODEWORDS! I'm putting them all here in image form because there's a crapton, have fun!

6 images in all, you'll probably have t. Save them and zoom in. Go nuts ya'll!

Honestly the most revolutionary thing about Gravity Falls to me is its commitment to sincerity.

I’ve been listening to Alex’s podcast where he goes into the details of each episode with different storyboard artists and writers who worked on the show, and it just baffles me how… cared for the story is. Right now in media there’s been an uptick in satire, and shows making fun of themselves for existing, or taking the piss at their own content to “win” fans to their side. It’s like whimsy is gone from so many pieces of media. But Gravity Falls just doesn’t… do that. It completely embraces itself. Weirdness and all. And so does the team behind it. I’m not used to something I care about being so cared about by everyone surrounding it.

Here’s this cartoon, written and illustrated by an entire team of people saying, “no, we’re serious. we mean this. we made this on purpose and we made it important.”

Throughout the podcast, Alex discusses little ins and outs of each character, offering so much deep internal struggles and enriching the story even farther. And listening to him unpack it with the utmost sincerity just warms my heart. Each character is so dynamic because they were cared for by people who imbued them with sincerity.

That’s exactly why we get quotes like “Shame is powerful, but it grows in the dark,” as Ford realizes the trauma he’s hidden for so long is being embraced by his family, diminishing it’s weight on him through their immediate support.

It’s why we get Alex describing Stanley with quotes like; “I always in my gut thought of him as somebody with a huge well of sadness, a loss of human connection. And that need to please? That need to get laughs from the crowd, and putting on a big show? He’s trying to get from them the affection he never got from his family, and that he lost with his brother.”

Or detailing how Mabel might be a goof… but half the time she’s doing a bit, because she’s really more mature than her brother and doesn’t want him to grow up too fast. She’s trying to help ground him and bring lightheartedness into his life. Because she knows otherwise, he’ll become too self isolated.

And those two mini character studies he dropped so casually in these podcast episodes just… color the show. It’s why the show survived so well even after ten years. It’s gruff-old Stan always calling his niece “Pumpkin” and “Honey”. It’s the family always holding hands without it behind laced with a joke, and falling asleep on one another in the car. It’s Alex explaining that people toyed with other endings, other plot lines, other twists, but it was always going to end with Stan and Ford mending the family tie they severed thirty years ago. Because that was their story. Messes and family and care.

Ten years ago, watching it for the first time as it came out, I felt all that. But now, as an adult, knowing that all the other adults who made it felt the exact same way? :,) What a special story we all got to grow up with, and get to continue being apart of.

I’m going to cry...

The magic 8-ball

"Well, I didn't think I'd say this, but DAMN, STAN LOOKS HOT."

Give this man his cigar

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Does anyone remember when Ford was introduced and everyone was trying to figure out, scientifically, why he was so much hotter than Stan??? The fandom thirsting after Stan SO intensely this time around is a sign of growth

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.

These are some of the fan art pieces I've been making of BATB.

Most of them are inspired by jonaspinart AU and the fanfic The Roses of War by PrincessAmonRae on AO3.

I'm still struggling with Cogsworth's design because there are things I'm not entirely happy with. I want him to look older, but I haven't figured out how to do that yet, so that's why he looks a bit young. Also, the idea of giving Cogsworth slightly messy hair came to me because I found it a bit amusing that a character who seems somewhat obsessed with control would have something he can't control—in Cogsworth's case, that's his hair.

Honestly, I think I might be creating a backstory for Cogsworth and Lumière as well.

By the way, this is the first time I've drawn digitally in a long time, and I think I still prefer traditional drawing, though I had fun doing this.

Behind every Jegulus fic with a wolfstar subplot there is a peter pettigrew, holding the whole operation together.

youtuber au

remus runs a book review channel that has slowly been turning into a drama and rant channel

sirius and james run a joint prank channel but it’s significantly more humane than most of the popular ones (they also mostly prank each other and nothing is staged)

lily runs a true crime channel that collabs with remus frequently for special horror episodes

peter is a gamer and actually has the most subscribers out of all of them for his valorant streams

snape has multiple hate blogs for each of them

Art request for Severus’ birthday: Severus getting a drawn picture by little Harry with Minerva smiling in the back.

Hogwarts staffs adopted Harry AU

Headcanon that even though Toshinori is weak, he’s fast. That razor sharp gaze never slowed, his reflexes haven’t dulled with age or illness.

Everyone forgets this, of course. How could they not? He’s a different person nowadays, even though he really, actually isn’t. people know that he’s All Might, but they look at him and honestly see a completely unrelated person. He’s separate. He’s not the same.

So it’s only natural that sometimes they kind of, sorta, almost forget. Forget that he was the strongest hero of his time, that he could and did change the weather with only a swing of his powerful fist. That his mere existence kept crime and violence at a historical low, ushering in the longest era of peace since quirks dawned.

Oh sometimes though, sometimes, they’ll get a reminder. Bakugou will throw a pen at the back of his head in class when the man is turned around lecturing and Toshinori, without pausing for breath, without even a hitch in his perfect script, will snatch it out of the air and have it hurdling back even faster and so, so much harder before they know what happened. The class notices, and takes turns testing it on occasion. They forget the least of all, and Midoriya, he never does.

He’s sturdy, too. Toshinori may pay a higher tribute to a willow tree than his own youth nowadays, but he doesn’t get knocked on the ground. It’s something in his unbreakable stance, how he still holds himself like a 300 lb immovable object, like he forgets that his body has changed. The other teachers see this and realize that in his prime, All Might wasn’t always standing due to strength, but sheer insurmountable skill.

I like to think that rarely, during administrative meetings, Toshinori will begin speaking in his thundering voice like a leader again, slipping into that persona when he needs to be firm, and the other pros will go cold with the reminder. Subconsciously they will bend their opinions under that voice, instinctually following it like they did in times past.

Kind hearted, cold blooded Toshinori Yagi.

never played disney heroes but their move set is funny

If you're taking prompts, here's a shitty shitty headcanon/au type thing that I've always had a soft spot for. WHAT IF, post curse, all the servants (and maybe Adam idk) found that they could change back and forth from their cursed forms at will. At first when they figure it out no one ever does it because ANGST and SADNESS but eventually they all use it for hide and seek and stupid shit

dude ive been holding off posting this just cuz i love it so much but i wanted u to know that i see it and i love it and I WANNA WRITE IT SO BAD

Idk if u are still doing two character prompts, but what about Cogsworth and Belle?

“Happy Father’s Day, Cogsworth.” She grins at him. Dirt is smudged across her cheek; she’s been trawling in the castle garden—pulling out weeds that could survive even the breaking of a curse—and holds cabbages in her hands like they are bouquets of flowers. Dust crumbles across his dignified brown front.

“I’m not sure why you would say so—I’m not a father for anything, nor ever hoped to be.” He tries to brush himself down, but the soil cakes his buttons. Belle’s attempts to help leave patchy brown stains on his gold braid.

“Really? Because I was digging through Adam’s old things yesterday, and I thought there might have been a trace or two there. Who was that correcting his history papers, and giving him far too easy marks on his bad grammar? Honestly, I never saw someone for getting so mixed between past and present tense.”

The old man is blushing. “I never saw the point of going hard on the boy.”

“And that antique top—who gave him that? It had an English watermark on it, I saw. And gold braid ties on all his plush animals, little bow ties, like I’ve only seen on one man.”

“The bow ties were NOT my idea!” He is all offended dignity. “Lumiere did all the tying. I only, er, supplied the cording…and corrected it afterward, when the fellow did it all slapdash. It made him happy…the prince loved that little stuffed lion, you know, the one we put two bows on; and he never minded just a small—just a small, you understand—just a small amount of imaginary balls…”

“So you CAN deserve to have a happy Father’s Day,” Belle says. She grins at his softened face. “I told Lumiere so. You did half the work, at least, or that’s what he said—”

“Half?! Only half?!” Cogsworth puffs. “But who laid out the tablecloths, eh? Who supplied the butter biscuits at every tea party of the boy’s? Did he say I only did half? Half, my aunt’s pajamas….I was by that boy day and night! I raised him as my own!”

“Ah,” says Belle, “I wondered. I thought, you know, you might never see yourself as a father.”

“I don’t, not quite.” He wonders when he took them cabbages from her, and when he started helping her carry them inside. (Oh, but who minds, anyway—the girl probably needed a hand.) “But you’ll forgive me for thinking I deserve SOME credit—oh, that Lumiere, the nerve of him.”

“I suppose he’ll never hear the end of it. Oh, by the way—Adam wants you; his grammar is all over again, and he could use you to look over his latest letter to the ambassador before he sends it off—”

“Of course, of course—never could find his way around a past tense,” says Cogsworth, and trundles off again, dust still down his front and gold buttons shining through soil. He still holds a cabbage. But it doesn’t really matter—the boy needs his help.

Belle smiles as she returns to her garden. Some things the curse can never break—and love and weeds are among them.

Local scientist enters the Olympics without any equipment nor protections

Gets a silver medal

Refuses to elaborate further

Leaves

post-curse BATB headcanon

the enchantress’s magic spreads farther than anybody guessed, least of all her

following the curse, things are…..well, they’re joyous, obviously. They’re beautiful. They’re glad, and new, and full of sunlight. But also, sometimes….

Plumette wonders if Lumiere has gotten a little taller. Not a lot, not tremendously so—just an inch or two. It might be the new heels he bought as soon as he could, but she doesn’t quite think so.

Lumiere thinks Plumette’s hair might have gotten curlier, her skin a little softer. No, he thinks, that cannot be quite right, time was frozen during the spell, non? And yet—ohhh, she is as good to him as ever, what does it matter, she is radiant as always, with or without the extra locks.

Cogsworth sees Mrs. Potts moving around the kitchen and thinks, now, didn’t she used to have a touch of the gout in that one leg? And yet there she walks now, as she did when we first met almost thirty years ago. I must have a cog wrong, somewhere, thinks Cogsworth.

He could not always play with his eyes entirely closed, could he, her darling Cadenza? surely he was not so supernatural as that? Garderobe looks at him again and sees his eyes shut, his fingers flying over a passage she knows he shouldn’t know. Something has grown better with his fingers in the time he wasn’t using them. Magia.

Chapeau never says much, but he sees that Cogsworth’s back does not hurt him so anymore. It’s like a gear has shifted and released some spring he didn’t know he had.

Mrs. Potts knows Chapeau should not be that strong—yet he lifts Chip easily, now, as easily as if he were just a cup. Yet before—he’s a skinny man, Mr. Chapeau, I don’t know where he got that from. Mrs. Potts gets herself a cup of tea and thinks about it, crossing her two perfectly fine feet without another thought.

Cadenza notices no difference. His amore is as beautiful as ever, and the only magia he’s privy to is when she chooses to sing for him.

I have no idea why, but I am getting quite obsessed with the idea of merging Beauty and the Beast with a pirate story. It's as if I just spent half an hour imagining Cogsworth growing up on a pirate ship until he was thirteen, then escaping and joining the English army. There, an older captain takes the effort to give him some education, and Cogsworth ends up becoming the man/clock we all know.

How are the servants when their sick? Who takes care of them? What makes them feel better?? ♡♡♡♡ luv u

they all turn into fucking bears and won’t take their cough syrup.

just kidding. here’s a long-ass post

lumiere

what. a fucking. production number. 

this is a man who has intense seasonal allergies so EVERYTHING IS POISON and EVERYTHING IS THE END

he’s rapped his will like ten dozen times

(but not like, really. we know lumiere faces actual threats incredibly bravely. we’re talking like, a cold here.)

DEATH!!!

IT’S ALL DEATH!!!!!!

COGSWORTH, MAKE SURE MY SKULL IS USED IN A PRODUCTION OF ‘HAMLET’

BUT LIKE, A SPARKLY PRODUCTION OF HAMLET. GLITTER. SONGS. SHOWGIRLS.

…!!!!…..

ACTUALLY YOU KNOW WHAT, SOMEONE SHOULD DO THAT? !

( once he’s busy scribbling out choreography for “hamlet!: the musical,” which will be soon adam’s (incredibly unwanted) birthday present, he feels much much better )

plumette

oh my god lumiere is in meltdown

is it fucking tuberculosis? lumiere doesn’t care. he’s gonna catch every damn flu in the book by cuddling with his beloved

she likes getting Lotions and Hot Soups and Pastries That Are Far Too Rich For Sick People To Be Eating ™. she fucking revels in all the medicines and creams and powders and breath mints

she is languid and ailing and still absolutely breathtaking plumette. beauty like that don’t quit

cogsworth

oh he hates being sick. the palace can’t fucking run without him!! (it can. just…super badly.)

he is consoled by a stream of tea mugs and lumiere coming to make (fake) promises that everything is Fine. both of them know he is L Y I NG

cogsworth always likes it when people pull out the old quilt his mom made him and put it on him when he’s sick. nobody realized this until belle came along and was like ‘YES! GOOD! MOM-WELLNESS-POWER.’

he likes being petted and pampered by plumette while he sniffles. but ‘oh, dear, you’ll catch a cold,’ and he’s fucking giving her the blankets he so badly needs. like damn cogsworth can you not even not fuck up being sick

cadenza

so. fucking. PICKY. it’s too loud! it’s too quiet! his nose is blinding him!! his ears are eating him alive!!!!!! just obey his demands to the maximum and you’ll be fine. is this orange juice freshly squeezed?? show him the orange peels. show him. bring him the literal orange tree

(but give him sheet music to look at and he’s happy as a clam.)

garderobe

ALSO picky as FUCK. like good thing they’re married?? i guess??

fucking drama queen. it’s the end of the EVER FUCKIGN WORLLD

she needs like ten thousand blankets. cadenza sits by her side and tell her how BEAUTIFUL she is, how she has been cursed by the heavens to bear this sickness so some puny opera wench elsewhere can feel even basically competent for two seconds, your voice will be more BEAUTIFUL than ever after this, amore mio, let me clasp your cold hands and hold them to my face & warm them

(she secretly loves being sick. the ATTENTION.)

chapeau

‘are…are you ok in there, chapeau? speak to us. no, wait, that would actually be bad. semaphore? sacre bleau, my friend, you losing your voice and you being yourself is the difference between a gold coin and a sous—are you contagious? will i die by coming in? will i die by bouncing on your bed? i am bouncing on your bed. would magic tricks help? non? tea and coffee? hot food? what—oh. quiet. You want quiet? Well, you will have that soon enough. Let me just perform my magic tricks first.’

(chapeau is very easy to care for, though meticulous in the few things he asks for. everyone keeps him company, for utterly no reason. he likes hot drinks and toast with jam.)

cuisinier

‘i’m not sick! i’m not sick. get out! devils! get that demon’s oil away from me! the day i drink castor oil is the day i forget how to bake a tarte Tatin—no!!! i will get over this by willpower alone!! and butter. always butter. get out!! is this castor oil?! get it out—’

he’s fucking awful to take care of and they basically have to promise him that lumiere won’t fuck around in his kitchen while he’s out. it’s a fucking group effort

chip

‘mom can i have some orange juice. can i have a comic book. mom wanna see me do a trick? mom i can drink the entire bottle of cough syrup without breathing. mom. mom. mom can i have more orange juice. m o  m’

(( he’s fine, his mom just wants to murder him ))

mrs. potts

r u kidding? when mrs. potts goes down this entire ship burns

I just want to say that I love this fanfic.

Can you write about Lumiere finding out that Plumette is preagnent?

He hasn’t seen her around for several hours—”no, you fool, it’s only been minutes,” says Cogsworth, but Lumiere knows he is wrong and it has actually been hours, because that’s what it feels like—and he is getting concerned.

“Is she hiding from me??” he asks Cogsworth. “Could I have done something to offend her????”

“It has been THREE MINUTES,” says Cogsworth.

“It has been days,” and Lumiere weeps, great messy tears spilling down his nose. Cogsworth would be concerned if he hadn’t also seen Lumiere dramatically crying over misplaced porcelain, a ball change that didn’t go as planned, and a puppet show Chip did once where it took more than two acts for the lovers to get together.

“Four minutes,” says Cogsworth.

“Perhaps I have not appeared devoted enough,” Lumiere worries. “Perhaps I am not good enough in bed!”

“THAT’S QUITE ENOUGH OF THAT—”

“Cogsworth, no, don’t go, let’s practice, perhaps I have grown weak with my seductions, you be Plumette and I’ll—”

“No no no no no no!” Cogsworth cannot run very fast, but he is somehow managing now.

“He’ll break a leg, going that quick,” observes Mrs. Potts.

“He may break every bone in his body,” says Lumiere, “and it will mean nothing if I do not reconcile with Plumette. I have not seen her in twenty five years—”

“IT HAS BEEN,” yells Cogsworth, from somewhere deep inside the castle, “A TOTAL OF FIVE MINUTES AND FOURTEEN SECONDS—”

“—and I shall die without her love to guide me.”

“You shall do what, mon trésor?”

“Plumette! Ah, Plumette, you are a vision.” And she is—flushed with excitement, her curls bouncing, feathers stuck in her hair as they are always, now. She keeps plucking them out, but they keep coming back in again. She doesn’t mind it, much, and Lumiere adores it.

“Mon amour, I have something I must tell you,” and she seems shy, and Lumiere worries he is going to set himself on fire with love of her. Mrs. Potts seems worried, too; she is reaching for a water bucket and glancing at the top of his head. He must be smoking again. Ah, well.

“What is it? Chérie, what is it?” Now Plumette is bouncing on her heels, and now she leans forward to whisper in his ears. He is going to be—she is whispering that he is going to be—Lumiere is going to be—

“ON FIRE,” yells Mrs. Potts, “he’s finally done it, he’s on fire. Why on earth did you have to tell him in here, Plumette?! My lord, saint’s alive, Chip, fetch another bucket. Oh, lord, I’ve soaked your best coat, and the wig, oh, Lumiere, whatever shall I do with you—”

Lumiere doesn’t care what Mrs. Potts shall do with him. He is dripping wet, and his Plumette is a miracle, and he’s soon to be a father, and comme c’est beau! He is the luckiest man in the world.

It’s Sleepover Saturday, folks! My inbox is open for all discussions on BATB.

I'm noticing a small pattern in my hyperfixations: every time I'm going through a stressful period, some hyperfixation from my childhood calls my attention again. Example number one: I just left university, and the hyperfixation I had for Beauty and the Beast when I was 6 years old has come back and is more alive than ever.

How did I not notice before that you can actually see Lumiere transforming back to human in Cogsworth’s eyeglass thingie? (If someone is able to show it better than in these photos–you can click on and through them and see what I mean, that’d be awesome). Maybe I was just focussing too much on Ian McKellan’s expressions lol. 

Chip’s name is Charles?

"Ya-huh!  It's 'cause I chipped my front tooth, see?"

"I want to make it very clear that I gave him that nickname before he fell out of a tree.  It's a common shortening of Charles, where I'm from.  I did not start addressing the boy by his injury."

so background. my fiancée and my mom have been calling each other “BFF” since we started dating over 5 years ago. like that was my mom’s contact name in Selena’s phone for half a decade.

anyway we just got engaged a few days ago, and now the two of them want to update their nicknames to reflect that. and. well. hold on i gotta gear up for this one

now I really want to play some game like that

Cooking horror game where you play as a cook working in the galley of a ship in the 1800s. There’s some kind of supernatural nautical horror story going on in the background but you barely notice this because you spend all day cooking in the galley.

theres nothing gayer that whatever the fuck lumiere and cogsworth had going on in beauty and the beast

When I was a Child:

I was convinced I was Belle from Beauty in the Beast:

-Love reading books about love

-Wandering around aimlessly through the town

-Find a not too nice, but still nice guy

But In reality I'm actually Cogsworth:

-Hate my job and my boss

-Won't hesitate to throw a backhanded compliment or sarcastic remark

-Hate when people randomly break out into song

people say they don't marry harvey because he charges 1000g for the hospital fee, but have they ever considered WHY????

(inspired by the comment section of one of my ig posts :))) i thought it was funny)

also BONUS:

that one friend who is insanely smart, but also the most oblivious person on earth

the henry