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(SOUND IS CRUCIAL) this video is has murdered me dead the music the editing the way information is slowly revealed about the two of them the plot twist the breaking bad images. WILLIAM WILLIAM WILLIAM. all over minecraft parkour someone help im seizing
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god i love making animatics in my head i wish drawing was real
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Chapter 2: Constant Variables
"Sixer." Stan began one afternoon while they waited for Jeeves to arrive with the car. "You gotta knock this shit off."
By his side Ford stiffened.
Jaw clenching much the same way Stanley knew he tended to at times. Stanford always had been a bit touchy about being instructed on…well anything really. After all he knew best, so he claimed.
"What is 'this shit'." Ford asked tersely and Stanley rolled his eyes. Playing dumb was not a good look on his nerd of a brother. No one bought it.
"Oh come on. You know what I meant. This whole…weird creepy loner shtick. I know we got that whole divide thingy you talk about. I take care of the peons and you take care of the eggheads. But you're making my side of that job a lot harder here! It wouldn't kill you to lighten up a bit and stop scaring them off."
Although looking at Ford's expression, maybe lightening up would actually kill him. He looked about ready to explode.
But as always his brother took a moment, collected himself and pushed down what would have been an outburst were their roles reversed.
"It just seems like you prefer the company of these strangers. Like if given the choice you'd rather just spend all your time with them instead…"
"Woah, hey Sixer." Stanley put his hands up as if he could physically defend against the implied accusation. "No! No of course not! You and me right? Where we go…?"
"...we go together." Ford finished, feeling that ugly thing in his chest soothe at the familiar oath.
"Damn straight and don't you forget it."
Stanley's smile was unlike the one he offered to their schoolmates. Not as dazzling bright or wide, but soft and warm and purely reserved for Stanford. They could have the showman smile then, so long as Stanley kept that one between the two of them.
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Stanley was worn and furious.
With himself mostly. He'd cried more that day than any other he could remember and the embarrassment had started to set in. It helped none that Shermie kept looking at him like he was a chore.
Stanley refused to look at Ford as they were herded wordlessly into the back of Shermie's car. Worried he might see Ford wearing that same aggrieved, faintly irritated expression over his tears.
It didn't really surprise him that Ford wasn't crying that much. Wasn't much of a crier Ford, but Stanley knew he was upset. There was a rigid quality to his brother's silence now, sharp and icy, a cold anger that Stanley was pretty sure was his way of expressing grief. Ford was weird like that. He was weird in lots of ways really.
Now that the tears had dried, seemingly from fatigue rather than Stanley actually feeling any better, he was left with sore eyes and a bone deep exhaustion that made him antsy. The shock and sorrow were beginning to ebb away now and Stanley was seething in their wake.
Worse still his anger had nowhere to go. While Ford gazed out the window of the car as they rolled away from the churchyard Stanley stared down at his hands. Slowly curling and uncurling his fingers into tight fists. He could hit people that mouthed off to him, could beat down people that made snide remarks about his brother, could even fight for his family's pride in the ring but what could he do against this?
"Lee. Unclench." Ford spoke quietly, not even turning to look at him and for a moment Stanley didn't get it.
Oh. He'd been grinding his teeth again. Right.
Reluctantly he unclenched his jaw, able to feel the faint ache in his molars that told him he'd been doing that for a while now.
Unfortunately with Ford speaking up finally Stanley's attention was back on him and it was the closest to an outlet he had.
"Don't tell me what to fucking do." Stanley spat and while Ford didn't even react to the words, he almost felt himself flinch after speaking them.
Ten terse seconds of silence passed before Stanley deflated. Stanford was always better at waiting him out.
"Sorry, Sixer…I…I didn't mean that…"
"I know." Ford replied, certain and calm as ever. That bothered Stanley more today than it typically would have.
Their parents were gone.
Gone.
------- Snippet from chapter 1.
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Not sure if I’ll make a habit of doing lil snippets of stories but here’s a WIP of me considering it.
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Chapter 1: A Gleeful Departing
It was on the Gleeful twin’s thirteenth birthday that their lives changed. 
The cliché of it all was not lost on Stanford and he supposed that if life were going to be cruel it might as well also have some sense of humour about it. Just once he would have liked it had that sense of humour not been at his expense. 
Stanley was sat by Stanford's side at the funeral procession, crying more openly than either was comfortable with as their parent's caskets were carried in.
While Lee wept as quietly as he could manage, Stanford turned his gaze towards the looming glass stained windows that flanked the church walls rather than look at the polished wood of their parents final resting places. As he did, Ford found himself idly considering the implications of it being such a sunny day. Finding it somewhat uncanny how the sun outside cast multicoloured tracks across the coffins as they were set before the gathering of mourners.
Of course he understood well enough on a purely logical level that the weather was no more impacted by their parent's abrupt passing than anything else in the world was - besides perhaps his brothers.
That particular thought dragged his focus slowly back to the figure stood resolute and silent by he and Stanley's side. Not a tear fell from their estranged older brother's eyes. If anything he appeared mildly inconvenienced by having to attend the funeral and despite everything, Ford felt something vicious curl inside his chest.
How dare he look so unbothered. Ford thought sharply.
Stanley was crying enough for all three of them, yes, but that did not give their brother the right to not be moved by that. Even if Shermie held no love for their parents, surely he could see how deeply their passing had cut through Stanley if nothing else?
Perhaps feeling the steel in his younger brother's unabashed glare, Shermie Gleeful cast a dismissive glance his way and for all Stanford distrusted their distant relative, even he was taken aback by the flash of teeth he saw in Shermie's fleeting smile.
As if to challenge Ford right back.
As if to say, I don't see you crying either.
But then again, as he'd already assessed, Stanley was crying enough for them both surely.
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Read the rest on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41661657/chapters/104504475
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Middle of exam scribbles, because if I can’t beat these essays I can sure as shit beat Ford.
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Middle of exam scribbles, because if I can’t beat these essays I can sure as shit beat Ford.
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Minecraft Parasite Hardcore Series.
Subject_001: Terminated - Accelerated Apoptosis Subject_002: Terminated - Blunt Force Trauma Subject_003: Terminated - Blunt Force Trauma Subject_004: Terminated - Exsanguination Subject_005: Terminated - Decapitation Subject_006: Status - Alive
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I have so many thoughts about this scalene prick.
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Might mess around and make this an animatic, because what even?
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Fuck you I’m not done. Have more. Have I mentioned I feel some kinda way about Stanley?
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What are they arguing about? I am gonna draw the most self indulgent Gravity Falls self insert vent art, you can't stop me. In other news I have very mixed feelings on Ford.
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Minecraft Parasite Hardcore Series.
Subject_001: Terminated - Accelerated Apoptosis Subject_002: Terminated - Blunt Force Trauma Subject_003: Terminated - Blunt Force Trauma Subject_004: Terminated - Exsanguination Subject_005: Terminated - Decapitation Subject_006: Status - Alive
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Minecraft Parasite Hardcore Series.
Subject_001: Terminated - Accelerated Apoptosis Subject_002: Terminated - Blunt Force Trauma Subject_003: Terminated - Blunt Force Trauma Subject_004: Terminated - Exsanguination Subject_005: Terminated - Decapitation Subject_006: Status - Alive
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