What Am I Even Supposed To Say

Doodles (actually bad at drawing)

Just imagine you're dating Stan like before all the portal shit and he never told anything to you. You have sex with him like just normal and you just moan Stanford. Like imagine how you're like living your best life in bed while he is suddently having a intern mental breakdown???

Moi trop penser ? Nan il est juste 1h40 je suis dans mon lit et je me demande si on écrit rapatriement, repatriement ou ripatriement.

You will make me art of Grunkle Stan dressed as Hatsune Miku.

Short stupid idea

Imagine you're in a bar next to docks and Stan flirt with you so he says he bring you home for a one night stand or I dun o something short, of course anyone would accept. And like you realise he lives ON A BOAT and you're like OH MY GOD A BOAT I'VE NEVER BEEN A BOAT BEFORE so he just spend the night showing you the boat and there's no sex no pressure nothing just pure fluff

Lil Stan x reader I just thought about

You were sitting on an old swing on the beach of your town. The summer was hot and lazy, the perfect relaxing. Even if as enjoyable as it was, you were starting to get bored from doing nothing.

In the corner of your vision, you saw a boy running around, from the sea to the middle of the beach again and again.

You turned your head to see more clearly to see he was picking a bunch of sand randomly and running to the sea to wet it and make a ball, to come back on the middle of the beach and threw it to the sky. You looked up to see where it would land, and it passed right next to a seagull before falling somewhere.

You tried to under the point in what the boy was doing. It was stupid, but he seemed to be having fun.

You had nothing to do at all and it was the only thing around. You got up from the creaky swing and walked up to him. When he came back to the same spot he always did, you spoke up "you know that what you're doing is pointless, right?"

The boy looked up in confusion that someone was talking to him in the first place. He lowered his arm where he was holding the wet ball of sand "this isn't pointless"

You looked at him skeptically at how matter-of-factly he responded. But you just shrugged up. "How so?"

The boy raised his arm and sticked out his tongue in concentration. He threw the hand-made projectile that hit right agaisnt the seagull that fell onto the sand "see? My aim is getting better!"

You looked at him in exasperation, but a chuckle between amusement and mockery came out from you. You hesitated between joining him or not, but then again, you had nothing to do at all. "I don't need training to be good at aiming"

He looked at you with a challenging gaze, but before he could say anything, you grabbed a handful of sand and ran to the sea to wet it. You pressed it between your hands to make a perfect ball before rushing back to him. You didn't wait long for a seagull to come and you threw it at it, only to mids miserably

He laughed at you, his ego growing from the unofficial victory. "You call that a good aim? You aren't even strong enough to reach a seagull's height!"

You narrowed your eyes in frustration and grabbed a handful of sand again and ran to the sea. He followed you this time, taking some sand with him. You both came back from the sea to get on the same spot where your footsteps on the sand stopped. You both threw your sandy balls at the same time, ending making them collapse together as the unbothered seagull flew away

You continued to play with him for hours until the sun was settling. At least now you were dum-dums together. And he wasn't judged from afar by a grumpy you, even if the strangers passing by did this job very well

If one day I win a bet with Ford and he have to do everything I say, I think I'd force him to sing "what a beautiful world this could be" and film him. So I can blackmail him

I mean just imagine Ford trying to not puke his ego while singing "don't know much about a science book, don't know much about biology, don't know much about algebra"

Boy would be convulsing

New gf oc

Working on something (probably never gonna finish this)

I was thinking about my opinions over people and appareances, because people often ask what's my type. Like I never understood how you can have a 'type'. For me you jist fall in love suddently with a person. Personally I can't even decide which gender I love or I am so how do you want me to have a type?

So I tried to think of at least things I like but honestly nothing in peculiar you know. I find all kinda of body beautiful, colors, shapes, everything.

I found ONE thing, like i love details. Like the more special and unique someone is the better it is.

Like idk freckles or the holes in the skins idk how you call that, or stretch marks or scars. Like just anything that make someone special, the noticeable things you can associate to that person, I love that.

So, no hate, but I can't bear people with full faces of makeup. Like why do you hide your details of beauty? Why do you hide the best things??

And now that I think about it, isn't that uncomfortable to wear makeup? Like I never ever tried makeup in my life but like how does it feel? Like a tight fabric covering your face?? Idk I just have too many questions and thoughts going on in my mind