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Stan: So, in terms of the portal rebuild...do you think there's any merit in the idea of training bears to do the heavy lifting? Y'know, to go faster?
Fiddleford: ...what the actual fuck are you talking about?
this is a thing Stan would say immediately after waking up in the middle of the night. (or in the daytime but the former situation is funnier to me). and then they would sit up arguing about it until the crack of dawn and be mad at each other all day for 1. being wrong and 2. "ruining my sleep" (despite being mutually culpable). they're so horrible that way.
middle part. (they make up somehow and probably have sex about it idfk)
end: somehow, via a series of convoluted events, Stan now has a collar that says "professionally trained bear" on it.
You say you think Fiddlestan don't own a hairbrush between them, but I gotta disagree. I think a nice old fashioned hairbrush with the soft bristles is one of the first things Fiddleford bought himself when he was at college and could get things with his own money. And it's so small and trivial nobody gets why it's important to him but it absolutely is. He wasn't allowed soft, gentle things growing up but he can get them now and he lets himself have this, even if it's mostly a secret.
From here there are two ways things go: canon compliant, where it tragically becomes yet another thing he forgets as he becomes an unrecognisable version of himself. Or, in line with your fics; once he feels safe enough to be vulnerable he uses it to brush Stan's hair, who isn't sure how to feel because he hasn't had his hair done properly since he was a kid and ma would comb it for going to temple, but he can't deny that it feels nice to just be held in a way so tender.
OUGH. in all seriousness i can see it going either way. maximalism babey. in "sleeping dogs" i have him and Stan fussing over each other's hair a lot so that HC is very much situational.
i hella fuck with this interpretation. god, southern masculinity is its own beast. at least when i was growing up, boys didn't fuss over their hair except to gel it, *maybe,* for Sunday service or dates. even then that's pussy shit. city boy shit. your momma cuts it above your ears with a mixing bowl if you're lucky. or the fella on the neighboring farm has one of them electric clippers that he'll let your daddy borrow once a month, and all the kids line up in the barn. depending on what type of farm, your momma makes her own soap, and it's what you use for everything.
Fidds doesn't really learn that he doesn't have to deal with his hair being constantly frizzy and brittle until late in college. depending on how i'm feeling, maybe he remembers his sister/s or his mother having conditioner and shit. suddenly his hair is soft and the natural texture is full and voluminous and his scalp is itching less.
so yea i see him feeling weirdly guilty about the whole hair care thing. even facial hair, yeah? i know some southern gentlemen who use beard balm and shit like that, but that's kind of a recent development down here. even back when i was a kid those fellas were letting their shit run wild. lmao.
i am a curly Fiddleford truther until i die tho. i have this HC that he was straightening it in that one picture of him and Ford from BMU (the green shorts, y'all know what i mean). so maybe that's part of it too. just hating his curls because he doesn't really know what the fuck to do with them. heat damage out the wazoo.
thanks for getting me thinking about this....ough i love it so much !!
Hc that people would assume younger Fiddleford knows how to slowdance and Stan doesn't, but it's actually the opposite. Stan picked it up from some old fashioned chick he was tryna impress before he got chased outta town by her family, Fiddleford was meant to take lessons as a youngster but made excuses and blew them off because at that age he was scared of being physically close to somebody, feeling like a person would hold his hand and somehow know everything about him, so he was barely able to shuffle around at his own wedding. He can linedance like an s.o.b but that's different, it's about the intimacy. So when Stan offers to show him how to waltz he momentarily forgets how to breathe.
saashgfhgs this is really cute and i love it. would be a shame if i. projected my religious trauma onto it
what a lot of ppl who didn't grow up in the American South don't realize is that purity culture down here manifests as an air of paranoia about all things sex. it's how we get shit like megachurch schisms over the I Kissed Dating Goodbye courtship primer, whose author has since denounced it. that's a whole rabbithole if you're interested.
anyway where i'm going with this is: dancing is a huge part of this discourse. churches can and have split over whether they think honky-tonks are sinful or not. some denominations differentiate between, as you said, line dancing/more "innocent" dancing like square dancing, vs. slow-dancing/swing dancing/ballet/etc. and where cultural relevance rises up, things clash: some kids are so Western as to have swing styles as part of their culture, but so Christian that it comes with a healthy dose of paranoia and holier-than-thouism that's really confusing to the outsider.
there's a cultural dissonance down here about dancing. schools have been protested against for including square dancing in gym. seriously. so when you say this boy can't slow dance, that is where my mind goes.
"leave room for Jesus" is a meme to some, a way of life to others. i picture Fiddleford being taught the stiff, prudish type of square-dancing and agonizing over the scrutiny of whoever was teaching him: was his chest too close to hers? did his eyes linger a little too long on her neck, her shoulder? did the movement of his hips in that one move come off as too sexed-up? yes, i swear to god, these are real issues to some people down here.
so yes, it's about the intimacy. he has hangups, intimacy issues like nobody's business, nevermind being (when i write him, anyway) a closeted gay man. that's a whole extra layer of paranoia on top of the religious panopticon complex. so yes, it would absolutely break the shit out of his brain to be asked to slow dance with a man. put your hand on his waist and dip him and he's not sure if he's going to cry or get a boner or maybe both. this type of closeness with another person, the idea that it isn't perverse, that he's allowed to move this way and be led and follow, is kind of a revelation, even if he thinks he's left his other hangups behind.
fiddlestan comic, cause it was the 80s and like c'mon, look at these queer guys
How the tables have turned for Stan, in the end he is the one getting used for a roof over head hehe
If it's not clear, Fiddleford erased his memory about Ford, so right now he doesn't remember him.. at least until he sees the shack. What a wholesome start of a messy relationship:)
part 1 (part 2 ->)
when you get an idea for a fic but you know you’re going to have to really take your time with it in order to properly capture all the little details and plot points and themes you want to convey, but also you’re an impatient bitch who wants to write out and read that fun story in your head right fuckin’ now
"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.
