We’re approaching the five year anniversary(!) of when I first saw the biopic “Stan & Ollie,” which made me delve into Laurel and Hardy’s work and begin drawing them. Today would be Oliver Hardy’s birthday as well. I’m continuing my almost-annual tradition of redrawing my very first picture of the duo, based on the poignant dance in the final scene of “Stan & Ollie.”
My Laurel and Hardy love has helped me as an artist. Their movies influenced the comedy and timing of my comic strips. Drawing them forced me to break my old habit of drawing everyone with the same body type, so I could start embracing the contrasts that make life so interesting. They served as my gateway to the work of more comedians, all of whom I love, but L&H remain my favorites. I’m glad to have met many other fans from around the world on social media. And I’m honored that many of you have begun to associate them with me!
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Ticklish (Stan Laurel x Reader)
Title: Ticklish
Pairing: Stan Laurel x gender neutral!reader
Word count: 565
Warning(s): Making out, tickling, and fluff
Summary: What was supposed to be a make-out session between you and Stan turns into an all-out tickle fight.
Author’s Note: So... I basically wrote this fanfic as a way to get over my fear of the tickle torture scene from the film Way Out West.
Like my Nathan Chen fanfic Cheer Up!, I'm embarrassed because there's tickling in it, but I don't think it should be that big of a deal.
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It was a rainy day, and you and Stan were lying together in bed. It was the weekend, which meant that not only would Stan give his friend Oliver a break from his troubles, but it also gave you the chance to spend time with your boyfriend. As you were resting against his chest, you felt a surge of inspiration that you couldn't help but smirk at Stan.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Stan?" You winked.
"I certainly am," Stan replied before planting a kiss on your lips.
And so it went, an innocent kiss turned into a passionate make-out. As you got on top of him, you couldn't help but dig your fingers under his shirt. Your fingers spidered all over his sides that Stan's lips parted away from yours, a laugh escaping from his lips.
"Oh my gosh, Stan," you laughed, "are you... ticklish?"
"What? No, I'm not," he continued, tinges of pink coloring his cheeks.
"Aww, come on," you cooed, "you know what this means."
You started lightly poking his stomach, with Stan giggling and squirming all over the bed. Eventually, your fingers moved all the way up to his armpits, where the giggling turned into straight up laughter.
"HAHAHAHA, STOP IT, Y/N!!" Stan shrieked, struggling to escape from your torturous tickling.
"As much as I'd love to, Stanley," you teased, trying not to laugh, "there's just one more spot that needs it." You moved down to his feet, where his soles and your fingers met.
"NOHOHOHO, NOHAHAHAT MY FEHEHEET!" Stan shrieked once again as your fingers danced all over his soles.
"Aww, look how cute you are," you playfully taunted.
Admittedly, you took pleasure in knowing that his feet were sensitive, so you couldn't help but let out a laugh. You continued your tickling until Stan stopped you, grabbing your arms and throwing you back onto the bed, with him now on top of you.
Oh snap, you thought as both of your arms were bound to the bed by your boyfriend's hands. Now what? You were met with Stan's stern but seductive expression, which turned into a devilish smirk. In turn, he started to get back at you by tickling you, starting with your armpits and stomach.
"No, Stan, wait—HAHAHA, STAHAHAHAHAHAN, STAHAHAHAHAP IT, PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!" You squealed as you struggled to be released from his tickling.
"Not a chance, Y/N!" Stan playfully chided as he moved all the way down to your feet, giving them the same treatment.
Despite how torturous this was, your face lit up in pleasure, savoring every bit of the tickling. Eventually, Stan slowed down to the point of stopping, and collapsed on the bed to check on you.
"You okay, Y/N?" He panted, exhausted from what happened.
With no words spoken, you pressed your lips against his, resulting in a passionate kiss once again. Stan followed suit, kissing you back and caressing your body however he liked. Once your kiss was over, you rested against his chest, with his arm wrapped around your waist.
"That... was a lot of fun, to be honest," you said, your voice hoarse from the laughter.
"Mind if we do this more often?" Stan asked.
"I'd love that very much," you nodded.
Soon, your fingers spidered across his chest, with Stan's following along to yours, and you both let out a laugh simultaneously as a result.
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Throwback to this cute drawing I made of Stan and Ollie as insects!
I actually drew this in 2019, after getting inspired by the cover of Laurel and Hardy’s Animated Antics, though at the time, I had no idea what cartoon it came from so I decided to portray Ollie as a bee. Recently, however, someone pointed out that it came from a cartoon called What-a-Mess at the Seaside. They appear in the 2:15-2:29 mark of the video, by the way.
Here’s a little story I made up for this drawing: Now turned into insects, as Stanley flies gracefully as a dragonfly, Ollie is mortified at the fact that he is now a honey bee and wishes to be back to normal.
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