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@the-purest-wolf
Why the hell no one wrote anything about a Ford that gets wet while sleeping?
This guy has every reason to pee in fear. Nightmares. Old age and electric shock must have weakened muscle tone.
And above all. FORD IS INSECURE, LET ALONE WHEN HE WETS THE BED IN FRONT OF HIS BROTHER.
There is plenty of comfort 🥹🥹🥹
I know that Wild Ford is dangerous, but damn it, this guy needs ALL the help he can get. The kids find a dog on one of their adventures. A Bernese Mountain Dog. Of course, Mabel HAS to take him home.
"Grunkle Stan! We found a dog!" A big, black ball of fur was sitting in the gift shop, drooling all over the floor of the Mystery Shack. “Great, now let him out,” Stanley said with distaste. “But he’s lost! We found him, so he has to stay with us, right, Droolbip?” The kids held the dog by the neck, burying their little hands in the happy animal’s thick fur. “No, don’t name him. If you name him first, he’ll never let you go. He probably has an owner.” "If he has an owner, we should put up posters saying we found a dog and take care of him in the meantime." "No, Dipper, we’re taking him to the shelter." - The boy pursed his lips, furrowing his brow in a grimace. He didn’t care; Stanley didn’t want another furry friend on his conscience. "Pleeease, Grunkle Stan! You’re our favorite uncle, right, Dip Dop?" The kids looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, clinging tightly to the huge dog. The creature wagged its tail happily, delighted by the attention. “No,” he declared. “You know very well that Ford reacts badly to animals when he’s… scared.” “Mr. Furball Abuelity is doing fine.” “Pumpkin, that cat turns into a wall the moment he sees Ford.” “Ford himself wasn’t any better,” he said, “after he nearly killed the cat—terrified of his own wild side, he stopped coming out of the basement". “What if I lash out at the kids this time?” he whispered. Stanley couldn't always be there for Ford to protect him from his demons. "Grunkle Ford would get a therapy dog" Mabel suggested. The kids didn’t know that during their trip, the brothers had applied for one. Despite taking medication prescribed by his psychiatrist, Ford was still nervous and had trouble sleeping. The doctor had suggested a dog that would provide a sense of security and, in case of an emergency, alert the scientist to his hallucinations. "Forgive me, your uncle has already had some experience with a few of them.” - He saw hope in the children’s eyes. Mabel gazed admiringly at Stanley’s face, while Dipper stroked the dog’s side in anticipation. Every one of the furry creatures had run away after Ford fell into that “wild” state. The scientist treated everyone except his brother as a threat. "They all ran away..." But the kids looked at each other. “So, since the dogs run away from Ford, and he runs away from them, does that mean Droolbip can stay?” Dipper said, more as a statement than a question. “For Belgian waffles’ sake, just don’t cry when this furry friend and your uncle get into a fight.
He knew. He knew it would come to this, and yet he let the kids keep that damn dog.
When he and the kids returned from town, the soda machine was ajar, and Droolbip was nowhere to be seen. The Pimples called for the dog, but Stan already knew that the hellish furry creature had gone downstairs, and if everything were okay, the creature would have come running at the first shout.
“Grunkle Stan, do you think Uncle Ford attacked Droolbip?” Mabel whispered, tears in her eyes. “I don’t want anything to happen to them…”
Stan looked at the worried Dipper, who was hugging his sister. He couldn’t lie to them, but he also couldn’t bear to see the twins so sad.
“I promise I’ll bring them back upstairs. Now wait here, Pimples.”
As soon as Stan was out of the kids’ sight—their hopeful faces still in his mind—he rushed to the elevator, praying that he’d find the whole dog downstairs, not just a pile of torn fur.Time dragged on relentlessly until finally the doors opened, revealing the dark laboratory.
“Ford, buddy, are you here?” he called out, walking with a calm, steady stride. He couldn’t move too quietly or uncertainly, lest his brother’s wild side think Stan was sneaking around.
“Droolbip? Come to me, furry!”
No one answered.
He’ll make it. He has to come back with those two. There’s no other option.
Stanley steered around the unidentified parts scattered across the floor, heading toward Ford’s desk. He thought he saw something, some large shape between the table legs.
Droolbip was lying on the floor, wagging his tail happily at the sight of Stan. The dog was unharmed. But where—
Something yanked him by the arm, pulling him under the desk. Stan rubbed his aching knees, staring into the terrified brown eyes. Ford, curled up in a ball, trembled, clutching his brother’s arm tightly.
“Pointdexter, are you coming back upstairs with me? The kids are worried about you guys.” Ford chirped anxiously, burying his tear-stained face in Stan’s chest. “It’s okay, buddy, we’ll stay here a little longer,” he announced, running his hand through his brother’s soft curls.
Whenever Ford regressed into a “wild” state, he always turned on himself. The medication had calmed him somewhat, limiting Ford to digging his nails into his own flesh. However, Stan didn’t notice any blood or red welts on his brother.Droolbip whimpered, nudging his hand with his wet nose. The dog also seemed fine and, surprisingly, hadn’t run away. Stan patted the furry creature on the head, listening to his brother’s quiet chirping.
“It’s okay, guys,” Stanley muttered, running his hand through their fluffy heads. His wet T-shirt clung uncomfortably to his body, and a pool of saliva was slowly soaking into his pants. “We’re fine.”
A purr and the sound of a tail thumping against the ground were his reply.
I know that Wild Ford is dangerous, but damn it, this guy needs ALL the help he can get. The kids find a dog on one of their adventures. A Bernese Mountain Dog. Of course, Mabel HAS to take him home.
"Grunkle Stan! We found a dog!" A big, black ball of fur was sitting in the gift shop, drooling all over the floor of the Mystery Shack. “Great, now let him out,” Stanley said with distaste. “But he’s lost! We found him, so he has to stay with us, right, Droolbip?” The kids held the dog by the neck, burying their little hands in the happy animal’s thick fur. “No, don’t name him. If you name him first, he’ll never let you go. He probably has an owner.” "If he has an owner, we should put up posters saying we found a dog and take care of him in the meantime." "No, Dipper, we’re taking him to the shelter." - The boy pursed his lips, furrowing his brow in a grimace. He didn’t care; Stanley didn’t want another furry friend on his conscience. "Pleeease, Grunkle Stan! You’re our favorite uncle, right, Dip Dop?" The kids looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, clinging tightly to the huge dog. The creature wagged its tail happily, delighted by the attention. “No,” he declared. “You know very well that Ford reacts badly to animals when he’s… scared.” “Mr. Furball Abuelity is doing fine.” “Pumpkin, that cat turns into a wall the moment he sees Ford.” “Ford himself wasn’t any better,” he said, “after he nearly killed the cat—terrified of his own wild side, he stopped coming out of the basement". “What if I lash out at the kids this time?” he whispered. Stanley couldn't always be there for Ford to protect him from his demons. "Grunkle Ford would get a therapy dog" Mabel suggested. The kids didn’t know that during their trip, the brothers had applied for one. Despite taking medication prescribed by his psychiatrist, Ford was still nervous and had trouble sleeping. The doctor had suggested a dog that would provide a sense of security and, in case of an emergency, alert the scientist to his hallucinations. "Forgive me, your uncle has already had some experience with a few of them.” - He saw hope in the children’s eyes. Mabel gazed admiringly at Stanley’s face, while Dipper stroked the dog’s side in anticipation. Every one of the furry creatures had run away after Ford fell into that “wild” state. The scientist treated everyone except his brother as a threat. "They all ran away..." But the kids looked at each other. “So, since the dogs run away from Ford, and he runs away from them, does that mean Droolbip can stay?” Dipper said, more as a statement than a question. “For Belgian waffles’ sake, just don’t cry when this furry friend and your uncle get into a fight.
His head hurt. He felt the pain intensify, driving him crazy. The sensation of needles piercing his pupils made his eyes water.
It was too bright.
The noise and food didn't help either.
He swallowed, feeling nauseous.
Why did he agree to patrol with Hawks? he thought, watching the bird return from the yakitori stand, devouring the intensely fragrant roasted chicken.
“Everything okay, Big Guy?”
“Yeah,” he grumbled. “It's just a migraine.”
Hawks thinks Enji is ashamed to admit he's on the spectrum. Endeavor disagrees. He's not disabled.
Hawks has ADHD and makes Enji realize that his “migraine attacks” are simply a symptom of autism.
The bird takes care of the overstimulated number one hero.
(Endeavor is ashamed that a simple headache brings him to tears).
AO3 (already gave a site-wide announcement about the site being down for maintenance days prior to the site being down)
Me (knowing exactly when the site will be down, why it’s down, and how long it will stays down)
Me, as soon as AO3 is down
Hawks x Endeavor Hanahaki
WHY IS THERE NO SUCH THING. IT'S SUCH A GOOD IDEA. UNREQUITED ENDEHAWKS. ENJI TREATS KEIGO LIKE A SON, AND POOR BIRD DOESN'T WANT TO GIVE UP THE ONLY GOOD THING IN HIS LIFE THAT KEPT HIM SANE.
Suffocating
He leaves on his own terms, finally free from the Commission with Enji in his heart.
After the fight with Dabi, the Hawks lose their wings forever. According to the Commission, it is useless and dangerous because of the information it has.
HPSC disconnects the ventilator.
Endeavor never had time to thank the Hawks for their support.
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I'd like to know how the hero community will react to the news of putting the Commission's agents to sleep.
I NEED MORE CUDDLY TOYS 🥹🥹🥹
This T-shirt with short sleeve sweatshirt 🥹
Timmy needs a sweatshirt that is too big to wrap up. LUCY BUYS HIM SNUDDIE FOR THE CHRISTMAS TO PLAY ON THE CONSOLE
This sweatshirt is killing me
I found a puppy 🥹
WHY YOU DID IT
A traumatized puppy who knows that his owner will abandon him. Enjoy Timmy 🥹
A poor, dissatisfied puppy in paperwork.
The rookie s4 ep5, Grey has Tim mention how he lost his uniform. Bradford looks confused and tense.
His eyes glaze over
Everyone laughs
I see potential here
A loud party and drunk people, Tim mistakes for a stripper gets drunk (the drink contains drugs?), he loses his camera without clothes, and the guests take advantage of him. No one knows, including Sergeant Grey.
The moment when he is supposed to mention the stolen clothes at the briefing throws him off balance.
Chenford are going to the call, it's the same damn house as three years ago and the same guests. The moment he asks for an ID, someone touches him
He's panicking
Chen arrests the guests for assaulting an officer.
They find drugs and recordings in the house
Including the one with Tim
Lucy finds Tim vomiting in the bushes.
I don't understand why no one has yet raised the topic of the assault on Tim. Strangers keep saying that Bradford is "pretty", "pretty", "sweet", "handsome". People take him for a model or a stripper.
