i mean i dont need to beat this dead horse any further but its crazy how much of a physical reaction i have to taz balance and its more than just laughing when its funny and crying when its sad its given me goosebumps its made my heart race its made me break out in a sweat its taken my breath away its formed a pit deep in my stomach
Need more stuff like this i love feral ford but also feel bad poor guy
Yall ever think about how Ford had to relearn how to be a normal human being after 30 years of isolation
Oh my god
Revelations - Little peek at a longer continuation to my Stan & Bill accidental internet buddies comic!
After the reveal, Stan initially doesn't want to tell Ford his (former) internet best friend was Bill Cipher, because he doesn't want him to worry. Stan later doesn't want to tell Ford because he (and Bill) would rather die.
Stealing this and keeping it very close to me and my art desk at all times
writers and artists will go "this isn't good enough." my brother in christ, you're creating something new out of nothing and expressing yourself creatively. your productivity and unrealistic standards of perfection do not define you or the worth of your art. you're doing great.
Wow
The similarities
This has to be the silliest comparison post I’ve made so far but I couldn’t help myself from seeing the similarities between Stanford and Stanley Pines and Matt Murdock and Mike Murdock.
Stan and Ford were twins who come from a working class Jewish household in New Jersey. Matt and Mike are twins who lived with their working class father in Hell’s Kitchen, New York City.
Stan and Mike were regarded as the troublemaking twin to their smarter twin, Ford and Matt, who either lets them copy off their homework or pretends to be them for their summer make up class. However, Stan and Mike are also their twin’s protector, often getting into trouble with the school because they keep squaring off against the bullies who would target their brother.
Ford and Matt are both intelligent men, the twin their father saw as having a real chance of getting out of their neighborhood and making a name for themselves. Although Jack Murdock encouraged Matt because he didn’t want his son to turn out like him while Filbrick saw Ford’s potential scholarship as a meal ticket.
They are the twin who got to enroll and graduate from college and are also vigilantes who had an “I Work Alone” mentality.
Stan and Mike were initially taught boxing by their fathers as kids but that didn’t pan out much. They were the younger irresponsible charming rascal twin to their older more serious intellectual twin, conmen who got into all sorts of shady dealings with gangs.
As adults, Matt and Mike and Stan and Ford have a frosty relationship with each other. A big part of this comes from the actions the younger twin committed in the past. For Matt, it was Mike’s criminal dealings and for Ford, it was Stan accidentally destroying his machine and pushing him into the portal.
But despite everything, both sets of twins love each other they just don’t know how to properly express it. Well, Stan and Ford got to reconcile and mend their relationship as brothers. Matt and Mike aren’t so lucky in that department unless some supernatural shenanigan strikes again.
Happy 10 years to The Adventure Zone
Dont know the species, theyre building a mud nest on my grandma’s security porch cam
“What do you want me to write here?” -me
“Whatever the hell you want” -james
Doodle request from frend
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.” The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?” The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.” The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.” The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.” The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.” The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?” The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk
Put an egg in your ramen. Put scallions in your ramen. Put chili oil in your ramen. Put kewpie Mayo in your ramen. But nori in your ramen. Put tofu in your ramen. Put miso paste in your ramen. Put mushrooms in your ramen.
Background image is my lovely boy Spitty (may he be forever memorialized on my page. Rest in peace baby boy <3)Dennis He/Himtheres so much fucking autism here enjoy
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