#( stan getting testosterone illegally

[misc-muses]

Stan and Ford having similar transition experiences despite not seeing each other in God knows how long 👍

[coffee-master]

[IDEA TO USE: TRANS STANLEY PINES]

[Lee Pines]

I wish there was a fanfic about trans Stanley Pines, who realised he was trans AFTER he was kicked out of the house.

Honestly I belive that during his childhood and teenage years there would be visible sights, but Stand ignored it due to the many circumstances.

I also think that his realtionship with his father would be maybe ever worse? I belive that Filbrick would often complain that his "daughter" was making more mess than his other sons, or complain for not being "a typical girl" or "girly" or other stuff.

Anyway-

After being kicked out I think that due to the new enviroment and other people (good and bad) Stan would probably run into some queer group in one of the bars. Maybe he would try to scam them or steal.. But somehow he would end up with a conversation AND REALISATION.

Egg cracking.

Later Stan would realise that he's a guy and do something about it. (In illegal way due to the situation)

He would do some dirty job to get some shots of testosterone. And it would start working.

He made a call to one of his old pals (on crime) to get a top surgery. The operation was of course a big risk (like 70% you survive, 20% you will die of blood loose on the table and 10% you die due to the infection if the surgery went bad)

I think the transition would have a positive impact on his mental health (like:; "Yeah Testosterone won't solve my money or family problems BUT LOOK WHO CAN GO SHIRTLESS!!)

A little steps would make him smile.

(TW: Another small detail is that during his living on the streets before transition Stan would probably also experience some sexuall harrasment) [I'd have a big impact on him]

Another think is that the transition would help him with his crime record. Slowly [DEADNAME] Pines wanishes away and nobody knows where or how and nobody can susspect him anymore.

From now on He would call himself Lee Pines. (simply)

[Let's be honest. I don't think Lee change his name to Stanley.. it's just like Stanford.. But that's only my opinion]

But Lee Pines would get himself more criminal record and in the end still use new fake IDs and ect.

NOW.

Let's get to the part where Lee gets a postcard from Stanford.

NOW THIS IS WHERE THE REAL FUN BEGIN! Because he doesn't know about this whole stiation.

Stanford is waiting impatiently for his twin sister to show up in his Shack, but when he opens the door, he sees this MESSY HOMELESS GUY (suspicionsly similar to him)

"WHO ARE YOU?! DID YOU COME HERE TO STEAL MY EYES!?" - Stanford is ready to shoot.

Lee is clearly confused. He expected that his twin wouldn be shocked to a man at his doorsteps. But he didn't expect it would go like this-

"Geez, you sure now how to-" Before he could even finish his sentence Ford rapidly moved his crossbow even closer to his face.

"Who are you!?" Stanford yelled insantly.

"Woah Woah- Chill out pointexter-" The messy twin slowly raised his hands up.

"Talk. Now." Ford threatened.

"I'm your brother you dumbass-!" Lee yelled flustration and anger, not paying attention to his words at all.

Instead of being angry Ford only laughed manically at the answer. Shermie was far away with his own family. Moreover adding the fact that he didn't keep in touch with him in a long time. The answer was just hilarious!

"Wrong answer, try again." Ford smirked thinking this must be some trick of imagination or another shape-shifting creature from this forest.

Meanwhile Lee was terrified seeing his brother in this state of mind. Just what exacly happened to him?

But before he could even question this whole Madness, he heard counting.

"Five.." It was Ford. "Four.." And he was counting down.

He was counting down-

Who could have even guessed that reunion with his brother could cost him his head? Nevertheless Lee prefered to stay in one piece.

So he spoke.

All that he know.

"In the middle school I used to take your box class, since you hated it so much and once Pa' found out, he was pretty pissed at both of us!" Immiediately he saw how Ford was taken aback.

It was a good sigh.

So he kept going.

"During summer we'd go on the beach and pretend to be treasure hunters! One time we wanted to make a fireplace next to the boat? I used my dresses as a firelighter and later I was 'forced' to wear your nerdy clothes as a punishment! We had a pet! Shanklin the Stab Possum! World's greatest pet!" He talked and talked until there was no oxygen for him to breath.

But he did it.

Ford blinked dumbfoundly instantly taking a step back from him. Lee didn't hesitate and used this opportunity once again.

"You told me to come here! You send me a post card!" He slowly reached to his pocked, taking out the pice of paper and rapidly waved it in his face.

"What.." Confused twin lowered his weapon down at the sight of the evidence.

"A lot has changed during those ten years brainiac." Finally the other twin said a little coldly, after seeing Ford putting weapoon away. "I go by Lee now." He added simply.

For a moment Stanford didn't say a thing, as if he've just got a brain damage.

"You know what? This isn't the weirdest thing I've seen. Get inside!" Stanford didn't have the time to question, especially when outside, everyone could see them.

Instead he dragged "Lee" into his house.

You can guess what happened next.

And, If someone would be interested in writing a fic about this or something similar then go ahead! DO IT! This is free to use!!!

Please!

Just tag me, becuase I'd like to read it too...👉👈

[MasterPost]

[blueberryjamswritings]

After five hours of looking through every sweater, Mabel owned she realized that none of them captured the "be my girlfriend" vibe she wanted to give off, so she took the next logical step and started to make a new sweater. She immediately got to work designing while Dipper got to work vacuuming up the paper and glitter. Over the course of an entire day, she created and tossed nineteen different designs before settling on lucky number twenty. The next day was spent knitting and building an outfit around the sweater. 

On the day of the party, Mabel wolfed down her breakfast cereal faster than Dipper could finish pouring his. By the time he sat at the table she'd already zipped up the stairs to get ready. After he'd finished his cereal he went back up to his room to get his journal so he could write some additional thoughts he had about a deer that appeared to have headlights for eyes he found last night. Could be that it evolved those eyes as a way to avoid being hit by cars...

Dipper climbed into his bed and grabbed his journal off the nightstand along with his pen. He flipped it open and considered the words he was about to write when he noticed that the clothes that his sister had carefully laid out last night had disappeared. He rolled his eyes and got to writing. 

After putting all his thoughts down on paper and drawing an additional sketch (he's greatly improved his drawing skills over the last 5 years) he finally closed his journal and made to put it back on his nightstand, but before he could Mabel slammed open the door startling him. After his very manly scream (it was very manly and filled with testosterone, trust me) Mabel made her way towards him.

"There you are, Dipper! Tell me I look good!" Mabel twirled and made a rather cutesy pose.

Dipper looked her over incredulously.  

Her new sweater was a vibrant purple with hearts made up of different shades of pinks and reds climbing up the right side. Her skirt and headband was lavender which contrasted nicely with the sweater. Her makeup was natural and she wore black hoop earrings. She wore her typical black ballet flats and long white socks.  

"Sooo, what do you think?" Mabel grinned cheekily.

"You do realize that the party isn't until five and it's currently," Dipper glanced at his alarm clock, "8:42 AM." 

"Pfft, details." Mabel waved dismissively. "Ain't nothing wrong with getting ready early."

"Yeah, well, next time could you maybe not barge your way in here and give me a heart attack?" Dipper realized he was clutching his journal tightly to his chest and loosened his grip. 

"I can't help it, I'm so excited! Today is the day I confess my love to Paz!! Look at me, I'm literally vibrating in excitement." Mabel stook her arm out and sure enough, it was shaking.  

"Um, you sure that's from excitement and not from nerves?" Dipper questioned.

"Absolutely positively sure. 100%!" Mabel stood jittering for few moments. "Okay, maybe more like 99%. But besides that everything is fine!" Mabel struck a confident pose to prove her statement, but it was undermined by the fact that she was still shaking.

"I don't think you're-"

"Can you imagine all the fun things we're gonna do today?" Mabel smoothly changed the subject (trust me). "Why, I bet that everybody's gonna be there. We'll have fun dancing and talking and eating nice food. And then there will be tons of small fireworks before the grand show. Grunkle Stan bringing a bunch of illegal ones too, those are always fun. And, hey, wouldn't it be cool if there was a bounce house?"

"I guess-"

"Cause a bounce house would be super fun! Ooh, and a petting zoo! So many cute animals to get to know and snuggle with! Like rabbits and goats and sheep and- do you think there'd be llamas?"

"Uh-"

"Could you imagine," Mabel paused for dramatic effect, "if there was a full-blown carnival going on in Mcgucket's backyard? Funnel cake, deep fried cookie dough, clowns, the whole shebang."

"I think you're being a bit ridiculous." Dipper finally got in. 

"I'd say I'm not being ridiculous enough. There's gonna be a rollercoaster."Mabel said stubbornly. Dipper felt somewhat amused.

"It's gonna stretch up 500- no, 1000 feet into the air!" Mabel lifted her arms to exaggerate her point. "It'll rival the likes of Space Mountain! Splash Mountain! All of the mountains! The joy of climbing Mount Everest will never compare! The awe and wonder of blasting off into outer space itself, seeing the stars up close and personal is nothing in comparison to this roller coaster!"

It's starting to worry Dipper about how much the stress of asking Pacifica out is getting to Mabel. He sets his journal on to his nightstand as she continues to ramble on about how meeting aliens is a lesser discovery than the roller coaster she's made up in her head. Sure, Mabel has quite the active imagination, but clearly, this is more than just that. She's forcefully distracting herself. Dipper feels kind of amazing at what Mabel can come up with when she feels a need to do so. But more than anything, he feels annoyed. 

"Hey, don't you think you're overhyping this party? You'll just set yourself for disappointment if this magical roller coaster doesn't exist." Dipper says.

Mabel stops her rant about alien foods being worse than fried cookie dough to consider this thought. Then she shakes her head.

"Nah, cause Paz will be there and there's no comparing Paz to the most amazing roller coaster to ever exist in any dimension." She then nods confirming this thought to herself. Dipper breathes a sigh of relief at the momentary silence. But unfortunately for him, it was just that, momentary.

"Oh my gosh, I'm asking Paz out today." Mabel held her face in her hands, being careful of her makeup. "This is going to be the best day ever, I can't wait!" Dipper held his face in his hands, sighing in exasperation. 

"I think I should ask her while we're watching the fireworks! Wouldn't that be romantic? Or would it be better to ask her out immediately? Then us hanging out at the party could be like our first date! Or-"

"Or you could calm down and not overthink everything!" Dipper exclaimed. "There's no point to all this nonsense!"

Mabel was silent for a moment before huffing out a breath. "I know, it's just, " she huffed again in annoyance, "the party is hours away and I don't know what to do with myself." She despondently shuffled over and sat on her bed. "Ugh, why can't time move faster? What would I give to jumpcut to the party right now?"

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heres a picture of mabel i doodled