#and bring back a nice memory for stan too

[thethespacecoyote]

I'll always hc ford sucks at cooking but I think post canon he might find baking fun. its precise and reliant on science and you can tweak and adjust ingredients to get radically different results. I think mabel could probably get him into it and they would enjoy it together

imagine them spending 12 hours trying to craft the most empirically flawless chocolate chip cookie recipe and making a mess of stan's kitchen in the process

[talekinesis]

I need Stan and Ford to see their mom again

Like let's say she's still alive and in her 80s, she's in a wheelchair (ambulatory, she has customized canes) she still lives in their old home because a part of her hoped Stanford would come back, and she didn't want to leave their home, so he'd know where to go back to.

She wanted to stay put in case Ford came back.

So imagine her shock when both her boys come back home to her

Obviously Stan immediately starts apologizing for faking his death, putting her through grief, her arranging and attending his funeral, but she stops him like "I'd much rather it be fake than real." That's her baby boy, back from the dead, something most people don't get, so to her it's a miracle.

Her Jersey accent is thick, and it actually brings out the twins' accents that had faded over time (Stan's sounds natural to him since he always retained it a little, but everyone finds it funny when Ford's accent comes back because he just doesn't seem like the type to speak like that)

THEY MOVE HER INTO THE SHACK

The boys wanna take care of their mama and keep her around since it's been so long, and Caryn is delighted to be moved out of a loud city with rough memories and into a quiet little town where the people are odd but nice. Ford and Stan both work together to make the Shack accessible for her. Ford actually sat in her wheelchair to test everything and make sure she could get around on her own.

They catch her up on everything, and at first they don't think she'll fully believe them but she's like "Stanford built an international portal and got lost for 30 years? Stanley took his place and turned his home into tourist trap? Yeah, that seems like something my boys would do."

When she learns Stan taught himself engineering to re-build the portal, she's obviously very proud of him. "You were never dumb, Stanley, ya just learned different. Honestly, I always thought ya had A-D-H-D but Pa never wanted ya tested. But look how smart and creative ya turned out, son! I think ya did good." And Stan is definitely not crying.

Personal headcanon: Caryn was also really smart and picked up on things quick. The boys had to have gotten it from somewhere, and it wasn't Filbrick. He just took the credit because 1) he was the worst, and 2) times were different back then and no one would have really taken her seriously. But she's the one who would fix things around the house since she taught herself how to keep the place together and running since Filbrick wouldn't pay anyone to come and repair anything.

Imagine little Stan standing behind her with a flashlight while she fixes the wiring in the wall because an outlet stopped working. Both of the boys helping her while she fixes the car for the third time that week because it keeps breaking down. Mama Pines taught herself how to keep things up and running because no one else would or could.

Caryn meets Mabel and Dipper when they come back in the summer, and Mabel is THRILLED

She's technically met them before but they were still newborns at the time so they don't remember her, and she hadn't gotten a chance to see who they'd become

Mabel makes her a sweater and she wears it with pride. And I really think it would go like that scene from Elemental

Caryn: You made this?

Mabel: Oh, yeah, it's nothing-

Caryn: Nothin? Babygirl, my designer dresses were made by 'nothin.' Oh sweetie, you have got to do somethin' with this skill. And to think, I have an original 'Mabel Pines.'

And don't think I'm leaving Dipper out of this, he gets his great-grandma's attention too. She loves talking to him and listening to him tell stories about the monsters they've encountered in the past. She sees a lot of Ford in him, but she also sees a lot of Stan in him in other ways.

I think Dipper's love for "girly" music is something Stan used to share before Filbrick "disciplined" him for it. Child Stan used to sit in the kitchen with his Ma and sing along to the radio, usually listening to whatever she had put on.

Now all three of them sit in the kitchen and listen to the radio while Stan cooks.

Ford feeling like a failure for putting everyone in danger, and Caryn just goes, "Come talk to your mama." And he does. He goes and talks to his mama, like he always has in the past. She's in her 80s and they're grown men in their late 50s, but she's still their mom, and you never really quit being a mom.

I might actually write a short fic about this, I love it so much.

[zigrethsnotebook]

How do you manage to make even the most mundane things sound exciting?

Ford x Reader

words: 3,154

tags: sfw, hurt and comfort

a/n: this was the only note i made for myself before writing this: hnghnghng this is about moths now so yeah... enjoy:)

It's been a whole year. The twins are back from their sea adventure and the kids are staying with them for the summer again. You were on your way over to the shack. Stan had written you a letter, inviting you over. He said it'd be nice to catch up, tell you and the kids all about their time at sea and that way they wouldn't have to tell the stories twice.

The stories weren't the only thing you were excited for. Before they had left Stan had encouraged you to confess to Ford, insisting that his brother felt the same for you as you did for him. But when you told him he just went silent for way too long.

"Ford?" A nervous chuckle escaped you. "Please say something?" He looked into your eyes, his gaze blank and unreadable. "I'm sorry." The words felt like a dagger to your heart. "F-for what?" You at least wanted him to have the balls to say that he doesn't care for you. "I don't see a romantic relationship between us having a future. Especially with Stan and I going out to sea tomorrow. I'm sorry."

You just nodded, taking the words in. "...This didn’t ruin what we have, did it? Will we still be friends when you get back?" Your voice was small, afraid of his answer. "I'll always be your friend." A sigh of relief. The idea of him not being a part of your life had been the reason you didn’t want to confess to him in the first place. You only did it because Stan was so convincing that he reciprocated your feelings. Turns out you were both wrong.

You shook your head, breaking yourself out of the bad memory. After almost an entire year, you had come to terms with it. Now, you were just excited to see your friend again. Excited to have a normal conversation with him again.

Back in the shack the Family was preparing everything. The kids and Soos got the snacks and drinks ready while the Twins were busy starting the campfire. Stan watched as Ford poked around in the fire. He shook his head.

"I'll never understand it." Ford looked up at his brother. "I'll never understand how someone as smart as you could let go of the person who would have been the best thing in his life." Ford sighed. They had had this talk before.

It was pretty much the only thing they talked about the first week at sea. Stan would also bring it up anytime a night on the boat was too long and too quiet.

"We have nothing in common... That and our lifes are way too dangerous, I can't bring another person with me." He saw the disapproving look on Stan's face. "It's not like I have anything to offer. I've spent my whole life buried in books and research. I don't know how to be in a relationship."

Stan scoffed at that. "What are you talking about, Sixer? You're a catch! Times change, Nerds are the new Jocks. There's a reason I was the second choice for most of the babes we met." A bittersweet chuckle escaped Stan.

Ford sighed, focusing on the fire again. "It doesn't matter anyway. Even if I wanted to try again, I highly doubt that they're still single." Now that was something Stan couldn't counter. Mainly because it's something he hadn't even considered. You were so head-over-heels for Ford the last time you and Stan talked, it just didn’t seem likely that you'd go looking for someone else.

The kids and Soos came outside, carrying marshmallows, crackers, chocolate and Soda. Dipper was the first to sit down on one of the logs. "I can't wait to hear of all the creatures you found! It must have been awesome!"

"You bet!" Stan grinned at the boy. "But we won't start with the stories yet, someone is still missing." Ford looked at his brother suspiciously. "What are you talking about, Stanley?" At the same time Mabel's eyes widened. "Are you saying we get to see-" She was cut off as Stan stood up and called out your name, announcing your arrival.

You smiled sheepishly and greeted everyone. The kids were super excited to see you again and Mabel ran over to hug you. You hadn't realized how much you missed them. When she let go of you she practically dragged you over to the campfire. Stan, who was still standing, hugged you as well.

"It's good to see ya again, toots." You chuckled. "I missed you, too, Stan." You broke the hug and turned to Ford who made no effort to get up or anything along those lines. Instead, you just waved at him, but gave him the same fond smile you had shown the others. "The same goes for you, Ford."

Behind you, Stan frowned at his brother, obviously disappointed at the lack of enthusiasm he showed you. He quickly put on a smile as he addressed you again. "Please, take a seat! We were just about to begin with our stories."

You sat down between Stan and Soos, who just greeted you with a simple "Hey dude". You two had become friends over the course of the last year.

Soon everyone had prepared a stick with a marshmallow and held it over the fire while Stan told the most extravagant stories of their travels. You were glued to his every word, his storytelling being how you two became friends in the first place.

You were so engrossed in the stories that you didn’t notice the way Ford looked at you. He adored you. The way the warm light of the fire illuminated your features perfectly. The way your eyes seemed to sparkle with pure joy as Stan talked about heroically fighting off some beasts. Hell, he loved you.

This wasn't news to him, of course. Ford had known this for over a year. In fact, when you confessed your feelings for him, he wanted to hug you, kiss you, propose to you on the spot. But he didn’t. Because he felt like he wasn't enough.

Ford felt like he didn’t deserve happiness after almost ending the world and he knew that he would achieve it if he let himself be with you.

Back then, after you had left, Ford had told Stan about the whole thing, who took him by the shoulders and shook him, asking him if he was insane. The next day, when they were about to leave, you had stopped by to say goodbye to Stan, but refused to speak to Ford, politely making up a reason why you had to leave again.

It had crushed him. Ford wanted to sprint after you, turn you around and kiss you all dramatically like in the movies. But he didn’t. Because he had hurt you already and didn’t dare to make it even worse.

Which, of course, had made it worse anyway. The way you had parted ways meant that you were left all alone with a broken heart. And you couldn't even talk to your best friend about it because he was on the same boat as Ford.

But now, as Ford looked at you again, he felt all the feelings he had been trying to bury beneath the ocean floor bubble back up again.

"And that is how Ford and I defeated the mighty Kraken!" Stan was standing, his hands raised to the sky in triumph. All of you cheered and clapped your hands. It was so good to hear his gruff voice and exaggerated stories again. Although, you were more inclined to believe him this time.

The evening went on with more stories, smores and lots of laughter. You were so relieved to have them back in your life again, all four of them. You had missed them more than you realized.

Eventually, it turned late and the kids began to get sleepy. The fire had also died down. In a joined effort you all cleaned the place back up, bringing the rest of the snacks and drink back inside the shack.

After putting more things on the kitchen table for Stan and the kids to put away you went outside again to see if there was anything else to get. Soos came your way and you held the door open for him as you stepped outside.

Ford was still there. "That's everything. Soos took the last of it." You nodded. "Neat." You were about to step back inside again when you felt Ford's energy shift to a more energetic one. He pointed to the porch light.

"Look at that! That's a Tyria jacobaeae! I haven't seen one of these in ages. A beautiful creature, just look at the markings on its wings, the bright red color..." Ford looked at the moth in awe and when you stepped closer you realized why.

The little black and red creature truly was stunning. But if Ford hadn't pointed it out then you never would have noticed it. "It is really pretty. But there is no way I'm gonna remember a latin name for anything." You chuckled lightly as you said it.

Ford hummed in acknowledgement. "Well, it is more commonly known as the Cinnabar Moth. Cinnabar, like the mineral, of course, because of its striking color. It wards off predators, letting them know that they're toxic."

You instinctively took a step back and Ford chuckled at your reaction. "There is nothing for you to worry about unless you plan to eat the little guy." You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. "Haha, no. Doesn't really fit my diet." Ford and you shared a laugh together.

Another, considerably larger, moth joined the other one at the lamp. This one was bright white and yellow with little black dots on its wings. Ford nodded knowingly as he spotted it. "Estigmene acrea. The Salt Marsh Moth. Very pretty, but did you know that these little guys aren't very well liked around here?"

Even though it was a rhetorical question you shook your head 'no' and sat down on the couch Stan kept on the porch, letting Ford lecture you. He quickly sat down next to you as he continued. "They feed on most crops which means that farmers have to be on the lookout for them around this time."

God, how you had missed this. Just hanging out with Ford, letting him tell you all about a subject he was passionate about was one of your favorite things in the world.

Your gaze shifted from the Moths in front of you to Ford's face as he kept on talking about the little creatures. You didn’t try to keep the look of adoration off your face as you watched him animatedly explain the differences in their wingspans.

Eventually, he noticed your staring and turned his eyes to you, stuttering his speech to a halt. You chuckled fondly. "How do you manage to make even the most mundane things sound exciting?" He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You just have to open your eyes and learn to find beauty in the mundane. That way you won't ever be bored again." As if on its own your body leaned towards him. You quickly stopped yourself. He rejected you once, you didn’t need to go through that again. Ford hadn't noticed.

You forced your eyes away from his and toward the moths again with a sigh. "The only times I haven't felt any boredom were the days I spent with you last year." A tight feeling settled in your chest as you spoke the words, but you couldn't stop yourself. "And today, of course."

You tried to keep your tone casual, your voice light. Ford felt an ache in his heart. He wanted you to never be bored again, show you the world through his eyes. Show you how he saw you.

"Surely you weren't bored every day of this past year, right? I bet you went on at least one interesting date?" He tried to keep his tone equally casual. Tried to keep the desperation out of his voice.

You snorted. "Yeah, right. Who'd wanna date me?" "I would." You froze. Surely you had misheard him? You turned to look at Ford again, his expression was... honest?

You frowned. "I'm not in the mood for jokes, Ford." You stood and turned, about to walk away. Ford grabbed your wrist, stopping you. "Who's laughing?" You pressed your eyes shut and stayed with your back to Ford, unable to look at him.

"I just got over you. Don't make me go through all of that again." Ford felt his heart shatter in his chest. "I am so sorry." He paused, trying to find the right words. "I was a selfish asshole. And you deserved so much better. You still deserve someone so much better than me."

Ford took a deep breath, still holding tightly onto your wrist. He couldn't let you go until you knew the truth. "I, on the other hand, don't deserve your forgiveness. Hell," A bitter laugh escaped him, "it took Stan a whole year to convince me that maybe I deserve to be happy sometimes at all, even though I almost caused the world to end."

He took a shaky breath, tears pricking at his eyes. But he wasn't done yet. "I spent the whole year regretting every word I said to you that day. Because... what I didn’t have the guts to tell you then is... I love you."

Ford stared at the back of your head, looking for any movement at all that could give away how you felt about his words. But you didn’t move for a moment, didn’t spare him a glance. Without a word, you flexed your arm and pulled hard, tearing your wrist from his grip.

You walked away from him and the shack without turning back. Ford was in shambles, his legs trembling and tears flowing freely. He wouldn't have been able to follow you.

Stan and the kids had watched the whole thing unfold from one of the windows, being attracted to the sudden noise like moths to the light. Now they stood shocked, with their jaws on the floor.

Back at home you threw your shoes and jacket in a corner before collapsing onto your bed. You were angry at Ford for treating you like that, playing with your emotions for over a year. Slowly, it settled in that Ford had just confessed his love to you.

After a year of thinking he didn’t want you that way, it left your emotions all over the place. Angry, sad and with a weird feeling of relief you cried yourself to sleep.

A soft knock to your window woke you up again. It was still dark outside. It was a big window that led to a balcony. You stepped in front of it and pulled the curtains back, revealing Ford. He looked like a kicked puppy, making it impossible for you to ignore him.

You opened the window and stepped outside to him. "What do you want, Ford?" He cringed at your harsh tone of voice. "I came to apologize... again. I know I hurt you. I know I behaved all wrong. And I'm sorry." He looked up into your eyes.

"I don't expect you to fall into my arms or anything like that. You're over me and that's fine. I won't try to win you back. I-I just wanted to be honest... but, maybe that made it worse again..." Ford shook his head, starting to pace around in front of you.

You took a deep breath. It was time to just let go of your anger and instead seize the moment while you had the chance. "Ford." He turned to look at you with big, hopeful eyes. "I'm not over you."

He took a step closer as you continued. "I thought I was. But everything that happened tonight... everything you said... I still love you." You locked eyes with him and you could see the relief flooding through him as he let out the breath he was holding.

Silence washed over the both of you, neither sure how to proceed. But the silence wasn't uncomfortable either.

The dull moonlight cast a blue hue over the both of you. You looked up at Ford's hair, admiring the way the light made it glow, when a little winged creature landed on his perfect hair. A smile crept on your face and you raised your eyebrow along with your hand to his hair.

Carefully, you held your hand out to the creature, offering your finger to sit on. Ford stayed quiet and you urged him not to move too much with one hand on his chest. The animal took your offer and when you felt every one of its six legs on your finger you brought your hand back down.

You held the little moth between you two. Its wings were light-blue with dark tips. Ford smiled at the creature. "Lomographa semiclarata or Bluish Spring Moth." He put one of his hands under yours, making you both hold it together.

"Did you know that in a more spiritual sense, moths often symbolize transformation and are generally considered as a good omen?" You looked up from the moth and smiled softly at him. "Is that so?" You let the hand you still held on his chest wander upwards to his neck.

Ford nodded lightly. "They represent positive conclusions." You let out a content breath, accidentally startling the moth into flight. Both of you followed the creature with your eyes. "...And sometimes death."

You laughed and lightly swatted him on the chest with your now free hand. "You better not die on me, Ford." He placed one of his hands on top of yours that was now on his chest and the other one on your waist, pulling you closer. "I wouldn't dare."

Ford slowly moved his face closer to yours, giving you plenty of time to back away in case you didn’t want what was about to happen. But why wouldn't you, this is the moment you spent an entire year dreaming about!

You let your eyes flutter shut and soon enough felt Ford's lips on yours. They were softer than you imagined, making you smile slightly into the kiss. You moved your lips against his in a way that felt just right. Like this was how it was always supposed to be.

Ford sighed into the kiss, finally relaxing and letting himself enjoy the moment. This was the kiss you would remember forever. Especially because he would immortalize it in his journal first thing tomorrow morning.

When you both parted you felt like you were floating. You rested your head on Ford's shoulder, just enjoying finally being able to hold him like this.

"Positive conclusion, indeed."

[possiblystancest]

Ford would be so overprotective towards Stan after the memory wipe. He shields stan from danger, nightmares, anybody who may show attraction towards him. Stan is his brother, his other half, nobody but Ford can have him. Ford follows him everywhere, when in the shower and when he goes to the bathroom

Stan finally has enough when Ford tries to feed him his breakfast in bed one morning

T7xtuxugciigxi Ford is guilt ridden, and that guilt also brings out that slight (very) creepy over protection Ford had back when they were younger-

They shared blood in the womb. There is literally no one else who would understand him so deeply and profoundly!

He's like a guard dog, a retired farm dog, too old to properly heard but dear god, that vicious protectiveness to his owner is loyalty at its finest.

They'll be off their ship in a town, Ford is in Stan's shadow - anyone who comes close to Stan, Ford will flash his ray gun at them then play innocent when Stan turns to him as the stranger turns heel (Ford just taking Stan's should and smiling to himself as he walks them away, satisfied with keeping his brother safe)

At first Stan is probably chill with it- his memories are still coming back, so having a bit of aid is nice. He probably even laughs the first few times he spots Ford standing out the washroom door, assuring him he didn't lose /that/ much of his mind.

It slowly becomes suffocating - or well, suffocating for literally anyone else. Stan won't lie, but it's kinda nice to be absolutely fawned over after decades of doing shit to survive/all alone.

So maybee sometimes he'll feign ignorance and pretend some memories haven't fully come back. Which sometimes backfires- bc/ now Ford is extra vigilant and protective, and now Stan isn't allowed to leave his room unless Ford is there to chaperone him around the place. 😌 Brotherly love but going too far my beloved

[billcipher-sux]

Tw: suicide mention, self-harm

Of all the time travel AUs out there, I’ve never seen any that have the young grunkles come to the future.

I’d do it pre-Weirdmagedon so Stan and Ford are still on bad terms and bring in the young grunkles from right before Ford sends the post card.

After the first meeting and explanation of the time travel reason, old Stan drags young Stan into his room and demands to see any recent injuries. It takes a bit of arguing but eventually old Stan is disinfecting and rebandaging some pretty gnarly week/month old wounds including some self-inflicted. He carefully does not mention that he knows young Stan was extremely suicidal at this point in time.

Present Grunkle Ford thinks this all is just going to prove to him that Stan is still the same useless manchild he was when he was thrown out just days away from their 17th birthday.

A little jostled from meeting an old man version of himself and seeing his brother again, young Stan lets some things about being homeless slip. Old Stan comforts him and tries to shield him from others when they bombard him with questions.

Both young and old Ford are masters of refusing blame and try to ignore the part where Stan was homeless for a decade but while talking with each other, one of them cracks and suddenly they’re both sobbing about their once bright-eyed brother mentioning it was normal for him to eat less than once a day.

They both struggle to talk to their Stan but thankfully they unintentionally swap Stan’s and end up talking to the older/younger version which makes it easier.

Young Ford lets something slip about Bill (old Ford already told him about the betrayal) and he suddenly has young Stan on him grilling him about where he lives and what Stan can do to help once they get back to their time.

After the time travelers leave, it gets awkward between the two older men as they aren’t sure how to communicate anymore. Mabel demands they hug it out because if they can hug the past version of their brother, they can do it in the present too.

The next morning, after the two of them fell asleep on the couch, Ford didn’t was already emotionally exhausted so he just did the first sibling thing he can think of and wrote “Nice Glasses, Nerd” on Stan’s leg.

The young Stans get to keep their memories and change their futures because I said so.

[the-universal-sun]

Little Lee coping with being overstimulated from Halloween/trick or treat, please and thank you!!

(Sorry this is a bit late! I’ve been really busy these last couple of days! I think I’m going to make this one an attempt at a fic Drabble instead of head canon bullet points. I’m not sure this is 100% what you’re asking for, but please let me know!)

It was so loud. Everything-everybody-was so loud. And bright. Bright and Loud was all Stan could process. The people talking to him, the itchy feeling of the warm under shirt Sixer made him wear under his werewolf costume. It was all too much. He wanted the noise to stop, for people to stop talking at him and down to him and expecting an answer. An answer he can’t give because he can’t speak, not like this, not when he’s small and his tongue feels like it can’t move in his mouth. He can feel his breathing pick up, he starts rocking on his feet to calm himself but it’s not working right now.

He looks at his big brother, hoping Sixer can pick up on his need to leave and for everything to stop, but he’s talking to someone about something he can’t bring himself to hear. He doesn’t want to bother his brother, he doesn’t want to make him mad. He never gets mad at him, but he doesn’t want to push him, not right now and not right here. He can feel the tears prick at his eyes, his lip wobbling. But he can’t cry, not now! Not here! Not in front of all these strangers who’ll know and who’ll make fun of him and ruin this good thing he has! He likes feeling little. He has to leave now, to get away. He lets go of Ford’s hand and darts off, his muscle memory moving him around the bodies surrounding him and bringing him to a quiet area of trees, the houses around it are dark, so there’s no one here to trick-r-treat, to see him and talk to him and make more noise around him.

Stan lets himself collapse against the tree, hands blocking his ears, rocking back and forth, his breath hitching and heaving and sobs wracked his body, tears fogging up his glasses and getting the taste of salt in his mouth. He cries silently, a lesson he learned a long time ago, and waits for his big brother to find him. He needs his brother to take him home and comfort him, but he ran off and what if Ford’s mad? He broke two rules! He left Ford and he didn’t tell him that he felt too much at once! But he can deal with him mad because he’s all alone now and he’s scared and alone and wants to go home now! But he can’t go home because Ford isn’t here, and he’s not supposed to go anywhere without him when he’s little, but he did! He broke the rules!

Stan’s sobs get heavier, quiet wails leaving his throat as his thoughts start spiraling and spiraling. His breathing picking up to a pant as he starts clutching and pulling at his hair.

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“It’s so nice that you’re still trick-r-treating with your brother at your age! I can barely get my kids to eat dinner with each other, and they’re not even teenagers yet-“ Ford smiles through the mindless babble of the woman in front of him. He stopped paying attention a long time ago, but experience lends him the knowledge that walking off as someone’s speaking to you tends to sour their feelings towards you, and he can’t have that while he’s with Lee. The people of Gravity Falls love him, and they don’t question them on the rare occasion that he takes Stan out around town when he’s regressed, like now. They just assume they’re doing some brotherly bonding or that Stan’s like that sometimes because of the deal with Bill or the memory gun. He doesn’t care to expound upon their theories, he doesn’t want them to know the real reason. Sure the kids, Soos, and Melody were fine with Stan’s regressing, but they’re family, he doesn’t know nor trust the rabble of Gravity Falls, all that matters is that they like Stan and he’s going to ensure they keep liking him. So he has to behave.

He takes a glance over to his brother and furrows his brow, Lee looks overwhelmed. He can feel his hand clutching his own even more, and his eyes have this far off look, one he gets when he’s overstimulated and is trying to hide it. He turns away from the woman to check on Lee more thoroughly when he rips his hand away and runs down the street.

“Stanley! Stop, what are you doing!” Ford yells as he immediately drops into a sprint after Stan, briefly losing him in the crowd of people huddled on the sidewalks. He needs to find Stan and do it quickly, he doesn’t want him to have an attack out here, all alone and vulnerable. He must’ve been so scared and overwhelmed to have run away from him like that. Why didn’t he notice the signs sooner? Why didn’t Stan give him a sign and let him know? He would’ve left in a heartbeat!

“Stanley, Buddy! Come on out, it’s Sixer, you’re safe with me!” Ford calls out as he gets to a less populated area of the neighborhood, hoping the nicknames will draw him out. He can feel himself starting to panic now, he scared for Stan. He doesn’t care if people find out about his brother's regression, but he knows Stan cares too much about it. Plus, he could be hurt, or could really be lost, or that blasted Trickster could get to him! He needs to find Stan soon.

Ford stops for a moment to catch his breath, hunching over his knees and trying to collect his thoughts. He needs to be logical and rational about this. His thoughts pause, however, when he hears a faint sound. He quiets his own panting and stopping, trying his best to hear the sound again. And he does, it sounds…it sounds…it sounds like Stan! It sounds like Stan when he gets so upset, he can’t silence himself, the muffled moaning wails that come out of his throat always breaks his heart to hear, and it still breaks his heart now, but at least he can find Stan with the sounds! He darts to his right, where he heard the wailing, and sees a cluster of tree near the darkest part of the street, the houses are all empty with their lights out, giving the tree cluster darkness and privacy away from snooping eyes.

Ford slowly approaches the trees, hearing the wailing get louder and louder the closer her gets. He spots Stan on the ground, furiously rocking back and forth, a self soothing habit he’s had since they were in elementary school. He slowly approaches him, not wanting to spook him and make him run off again.

“Hey, Lee? It’s alright, it’s just me, it’s Sixer. I’m here and everything’s going to be fine. Shhhhh, it’s okay, we are going to go home, get cleaned up, and I think an early bedtime is in order. Does that sound alright?” Ford likes the phrase every “command” he gives as a suggestion, something he learned early on in caring for Stan. Commands remind him too much of their father and of his decade of the streets, where he had no control over his life. Making anything that could come across as a demand a suggestion gives Stan the freedom to choose, to not remember those bad times.

If Stan heard him, he doesn’t give any indication. Rocking back and forth and whimpering, his hands almost tearing at his hair. Ford slowly gets down onto his knees beside Stan, reaching out with his hand and trying to set it on his brother’s shoulder. Stan whimpers and flinches away, an act that breaks Ford’s heart. He stops his hand from moving further, “shh-ing” Stan and talking in a soft and low voice, trying to calm him down.

“Lee, are you okay? Are you hurt? Or was everything just a bit too much, hmm? It’s okay, Bubs, you can tell me.” Ford questions slowly, trying to get Stan to focus on his voice rather than his thoughts. He figured Stan got overstimulated, but it wouldn’t hurt to check and make sure he wasn’t physically injured.

“…m’ so..ee” was the faint response he got from his brother. Stan was sorry? For what!? Stan had nothing to be sorry about, nothing at all!

“For what? I can’t think of a single reason for you to apologize, my Little Lee.” Ford reaches his hand out again, and Stan lets him rest it on the back of his head, hand sliding down to smooth his hair down and clutch his head.

“…I w-ran away…n’ I did’n say I was feew-feeling b-bad…” Stan’s panting as calmed down, but he’s still crying and hiccuping with each word. There’s a couple reasons his brother doesn’t speak very much when he’s little. He’s said he find it hard to move his tongue, he doesn’t feel the need to speak that often, and that when he does speak, he will flub his words, which Stan thinks makes him sounds too much like a baby. Ford disagrees of course, he thinks Stan sounds adorable when he speaks like that, but he understands the lack of need/want to speak at times, and he’d never force him. But he will revel in everytime he does speak. Except this time, of course, when his little brother is so panicked and overwhelmed he has to formulate words around a heavy tongue and heavier vocal cords.

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“Oh, Lee. I’m not mad that you ran away, or that you didn’t tell me you were feeling unwell. In fact, I’m sorry.”

Stan looked over at Ford at those words, why was he sorry? He didn’t break the rules, Stan did. Stan should be getting punished. His breathing slowed down with his thoughts, and his brother must’ve known what they were from his face.

“I’m your caregiver, Stanley. I’m supposed to look after you, to make sure you’re doing okay, especially in times like this, where you can easily get overstimulated. So yes, I’m sorry, Stanley, I’ve been remiss in my duties, my responsibility, to keep you safe. I’m so sorry.” Ford looked so sad, the look on his face made Stan’s chest ache even worse. Ford shouldn’t look like that! Ford shouldn’t be sorry! Stan should’ve let him know everything was becoming too much! It’s his fault, so why is his big brother sorry!? He doesn’t understand!

Stan leaned into Ford and vigorously shook his head, signaling his disapproval towards Ford’s apology and pointing at himself instead. Telling him that Stan should apologize.

“Oh, dear one, you can’t think this is your fault? Oh please don’t give me that look, I know you have trouble using your words, and I should’ve predicted that you’d get overwhelmed and kept a better eye on yo-!” Stan interrupts Ford by clapping his hands over his mouth and shaking his head again. Trying to Will himself to speak, but his tongue kept failing him, frustrated tears gathering in his eyes instead of scared ones.

Ford wraps his arms around Stan and pulls him into his lap, settling himself further on the ground, and rocking his back and forth as he gently pats his back. He slowly reaches up with one hand and wraps it around Stan’s wrist, removing his hand from his mouth so that he may speak.

“How about this, we both could have done better, and we’re both sorry, and we will work on our communication together so that we can avoid a situation like this again, is that good?” Stanley could continue to argue that he was wrong, but his Sixer’s rocking was better than his own, and now that he’s calmed down some, he’s feeling really sleepy.

He nods slowly as he reaches up and rubs at his eyes, feeling his brother laugh underneath him. He settles further on Ford’s lap, nuzzling his head into the crook on his brothers neck, letting out a deep sigh. Mind slowly drifting off with his brothers gentle rocking and soothing pats in his back. His mind barely picking up words as he drift further into sleep, arms clenched around Ford’s neck.

“I’ll take that as an agreement, my sleepy Little Lee. It’s alright, I can carry you to the car, you can go to sleep. Shhhhh-sh-sh-shhhh.” Stan starts to snore just a little, his eyes feeling too heavy to open, his head weighed down too much to nod. Instead, he puts two fingers down to form his favorite sign and gently taps his hand and Ford’s head in a well practiced rhythm of “tap…tap…tap…”

“And I love you too, my precious little brother.” Was Ford’s answer, Stan too deep into the throes and sleep to acknowledge it, but a small smile forming in his face anyways.

[imma-soft-beeboy]

A/N: By popular demand here is the Gravity Falls men (aka the Mystery Trio) caring for you while sick. Hope y'all enjoy!

📖 Stanford (Ford) 🖊

Clocks the moment you become sick, you don't have to tell him at all he can tell he's an observant scientist

Is immediately going into nurse mode

Some part of him doesn't wanna get sick & screams to avoid you. But the larger part of his brain screams to care for you

He just knows you're not gonna take this seriously (calm down Ford it's just a common cold) so of course he side with the half that insists that he take care of you

He starts you on a medicine schedule asap and makes sure you take it exactly as prescribed/needed

Monitors all your symptoms & body temperature to determine if you get better, worse, or the same

He has a very scientific approach to it but that doesn't mean he won't also introject some of his own childhood must-haves

"My mom always made me soup/broth" type stuff

And your bed rotting layout is royalty-worthy; he's propped up your head, has 50 million cozy blankets, and fuzzy socks & sweatpants. EVERYTHING!

Insists you nap & will find any way to make you do so (even if that means he slips you drowsy cold medicine vs the nondrowsy)

So far so good right? Sure. But if you puke or have nonstop nose drippage he's gone

He will NOT be holding your hair back or cleaning up your tissues. He WILL hand you a trash bin to do it yourself. (He cannot risk contact)

Also this whole time he's been caring for you but from a distance. No cuddles, no kisses, and always washes his hands immediately after interacting with you. He's doing everything short of wearing a mask (and don't tempt him cause he will go there)

All in all 7/10; he tries but he will not be getting sick so don't expect affection from him while sick

🥊 Stanley (Stan) 💵

Stan won't notice you're sick until it's obvious (cough, puking, runny nose flowing down your face)

Very basic care but he tries; he's so used to living out of his car/off bare bones so he kinda forgot "luxury sick items"

Unlike Ford he doesn't care about getting sick & will actually get close/be more personable with you

He'll bring you cold medicine & tissues before bundling you up, putting something on the tv & curling up with you

Please hold this man's hand and clearly explain everything you want him to do for you otherwise he'll be mostly clueless

He doesn't mind taking care of you he just doesn't know what to do, he's so used to toughing colds out personally (he's like a Sim with no input lol)

If you want food he'll ask you what you want. Takeout? Sure, he'll go get it right away. Soup? He's on it, trying his best to cook. (He's bad at cooking so don't expect much.)

You need your hair held back while you puke, for sure! But he's looking away. And don't even think about asking him to pick up your "snot rags" (he has to draw a line somewhere)

Honestly, he thinks cuddles, TLC, and cold medicine will fix everything so if you ask for too much he might start questioning why or if you're conning him into doing extra (so don't try to convince him to do your chores or give you foot rubs)

He's definitely sharing his fav drama films/chick flicks with you, he thinks they're a great way to pass time cause they make you stay put to rest but they also distract you

Laughs at your weird sneezes & other weird sick noises

He likes to bring you tea or soup when sick because he has vivid memories of his mom bringing him hot drinks/soups (much like Ford)

If you do fall asleep he will watch over you while you sleep and/or cuddle you during sleep

All together 8.5/10 he's very nice and cuddly with you but will not know how to help you at all until you explain to him how to

🪕 Fiddleford (Fidds) 🧰

He can tell you're sick like a sixth sense (not scientific like Ford but just he can tell you're not yourself)

Immediately starts taking care of you & builds you a sick nest

"The Nest" is complete with tissues, a trashcan/puke bucket, millions of soft blankets & pillows, TV access with the remote nearby, phone + charger. (Optional: heated blanket, heating pad, snacks, etc. Honestly, anything you want he'll get.)

He'll check in on your regularly but not in the annoying nurse way Ford does & he'll make sure you take cold medicine as needed

He'll fetch you anything & fuss over you. Need your head propped up? Feet rubbed? Cold compress? Food? Drinks?

He'll cuddle you and curl up with you all you want

Hair will be pulled back while you puke and all dirty tissues will be picked up

Fidds doesn't care if he gets sick, you getting better is his main priority (plus if he gets sick he trusts you'll care for him the same)

Do you want tea? It's made EXACTLY how you like it. Soup? Absolutely! Takeout? He's on it!

He will encourage you to sleep & if you don't wanna or can't he'll do anything to help you drift off. Play you his banjo & sing to you. Cuddle you. Anything!

He worries for you & just wants to see you better okay?!

He knows a bunch of country/hillbilly cures, and recites wives tales to himself to ensure he tries all the tricks

That means get ready for: molasses on a spoon, ginger and lemon water, avoiding dairy, cold compresses for fevers, Vicks VapRub to the chest

While these things might help with your symptoms, none of these are gonna cure you; but he swears by them

He'll tell you stories about his childhood & family to keep you busy or put a smile on your face

Hope you enjoy him hovering cause he's not going away until you are better. He can and will sleep on the floor if he has to.

10/10 he's legit the cutest & is at your whim while you are sick (please be kind to him he's too pure)

[rosiesdisneydrama]

Some Random World Building for GF x SKY

I wanted to draw something for the new year, but I have no spoons for drawing right now. So, instead, I'll drop some world notes on the GF x Sky AU. Hope you all enjoy it.

If anyone wants to ask about stuff for this AU, PLEASE DO. I love getting asked about my aus!

~ The Mystery Shack features displays of the various animals/creatures from Sky! With only a few cryptids from around GF making appearances to round things out. (They get cycled depending on the season.)

A lot of the Sky creatures’ names are a mix of their official and fan names or have an extra suffix added to show that they’re not just regular animals. (Ex. Calling the Mantas “Light Mantas” and their starry versions “Cosmic Mantas.”)

He did that because they were all familiar enough to him that he could make something that Ford could have potentially made for it. While also all being magical/strange enough that he could get away with making stuff about them that would interest tourists and locals enough to pay Ford’s bills.

They’re all real creatures in this universe too, they just live in the Realms of Sky which is really hard to get to without the help of a Sky Kid or a Sky Spirit. So Ford’s never seen them before during his travels because he hasn’t had that access ticket to get there. When he sees Stan’s exhibits, he just assumes they’re totally made up because it’s his sibling who’s the one talking about them.

Then he sees something that makes him realize that maybe, just maybe, there’s more to his brother than he realized.

~ Stanley is seen as the “Cool” old man by the town youths because he’s so… Different from everyone else. He’s in his late 50s/early sixties but he’s got half his head shaved, is covered in tattoos, and completely chill about them just hanging out. (He does charge for any snacks they don’t bring with them though.)

And, when they ask for it, he gives them genuine advice if they ask him about getting their heads shaved or getting tattoos. Even piercings, despite not having any himself. He tells them things they ought to know about doing those themselves.

What the best/safest way to do them is, how they need to be cared for over time, what they should do to avoid infections, and more.

And he takes them seriously.

He doesn’t shrug off their questions or their thoughts/opinions. He listens to things they’re going to him for help/advice. And it’s been that way for years! There are more than a few adults who went to him for advice as teens and now they advise others to do the same.

He’s also openly part of the Queer community. Not a “scream it from the rooftops” type, but he doesn’t hide that he likes all genders and doesn’t fully identify as a man himself. (He just knows that everyone is attractive and he’s not a chick. But that’s about it.)

He doesn’t know all the terms and flags but is actually very happy to help people figure themselves out.

(He may have been the one who helped get the two officers of GF together. Just made a comment about how nice their relationship was without knowing they weren’t actually an Item. They promptly had their “Wait you can DO that?!” freak out and he awkwardly excuses himself to let them talk it out.)

~ Stan remembered being the Cackling Cannoneer due to Traumatic Events. (Near-drowning experience.) And while he's happier to have memories of that life to help him in his current one, he really wished that wasn't how it had all come back to him.

There are days where he misses being in the Sky Realms and the people he knew there, but he tries to not let himself linger on those feelings for too long.

But what he has been enjoying is relearning and experimenting with the magic (gestures, spells, and so on). Most of them are harmless or have purely cosmetic effects, a few he used to lock up places so that people can't get in, but there are a few that he's figured out (or even made) that have proved very useful for getting out of tight spots. Especially in the woods around Gravity Falls.

He's made a book that he keeps hidden in the basement that has his "confirmed" notes on Sky Magic. It's a mix of a reminder book and a "Notes for Teaching Someone Else If I Have To" book.

[oshinohoshi]

Oshi no Ko Chapter 162 thoughts

Putting aside my issues with the story and characterization, I like this chapter. It makes me feel things which is a strong suit of Oshi no Ko.

Sorrow, horror, and sweetness... it has a little of everything.

As an avid Ai stan, the parts with Ai hit me right where it hurts

Ai's smile below is everything. She loved those kids so much

I'm reminded of the bottom right art. Ai never did get to see their red backpacks but at least the little Hoshino family made happy memories together

Aqua looking after his sister is so sweet. It would hit harder if we had more of the twins interacting past vol 1 but it's still nice

I'm not sure how I feel about Aqua deciding he was reincarnated to protect Ruby. I can't quite put my finger on what's bothering me. Perhaps it's that he's once again making his life's worth revolve around someone else

Or that this disregards one of my favorite lines in the manga: "[God] brought two people who never had a mother in a real sense and a mother who gave birth to soulless children together"

There is a crucial element missing to Aqua's apparent life's purpose and her name is Ai

@aihoshiino's post explains this better than I ever could (thanks @insertusername99 for pointing this out to me)

LMAO I just read Claire's thoughts on the chapter after typing this and she brought this up too. Bc it's so true!

The art is so good. Mengo is amazing

HIKARU

He gets his own damn section because he's just so... AUGH

I'm baffled as to how killing Ruby would bring him closer to Ai

How does "the weight of his sin" help him manifest Ai's presence? Maybe his guilt over his involvement in Ai's death brings her into sharp relief through suffering and embracing his dark side amplifies that? I'm grasping at straws here

I still think his reaction to the DVD was genuine but if so, it feels like he should have had a change of heart

After learning Ai wanted to love him, why would he turn around and try to off their daughter?

Of course his logic is twisted, but it should work with what we know about him!

If you have thoughts, please share

Anyway, I want to compare Aqua's memory of Ai (left) to Hikaru's vision of her (right)

She looks ethereal in both. A fragile being. Ai looks over her shoulder smiling gently in Aqua's mind. She might turn away at any second but she's not gone yet. However, she has her back to Hikaru, beyond his grasp

In both panels Ai is not dressed as an idol. Those who love her remember her as she was when she wasn't on stage (or uhh that's what I want to say but I don't know what to make of Hikaru's view of her anymore)

Moving on...

Shadow Gorou. Until now he's been a manifestation of Aqua's guilt and self-hatred yet now he's dragging Hikaru to the bottom of the sea. Sure, I guess?

I'm probably wildly off the mark here, but it almost shows how harmful Aqua's attempt to kill Hikaru is. Shadow Gorou is scary

And despite Aqua's white stars, he looks horrified and in pain choking his dad. It doesn't look like a triumphant finishing blow

Given the giant moon behind Crow Girl, I guess we should stop calling her that as it seems that Tsukuyomi is not a stage name. But she'll always be Crow Girl to me

Next chapter (3 week break!!): Miyako is not having any of this dying to save Ruby bullshit. She will roll up on a motorcycle and pluck Aqua out of the sea using Ichigo's fishing pole. I have been predicting the fishing pole being a major player in the Hikaru/Aqua conflict for dozens of chapters and I know I cannot be wrong.

[sydneyofalltrades]

more leanne nonsense because she’s like everything to me

she was born in the fifteen minutes between ford and stan’s birth, so they all have the same birthday, and she’s considered their “unofficial triplet”

caryn ADORES leanne, more than leanne’s own mother, suzanna, and so she had a really good connection to the stan twins’ mom

she technically calls herself a sorceress due to her powers, but the pines all call her a witch (except ford, who calls her a “supernatural chaos maker” which TOTALLY wasn’t leanne’s idea *wink wink*)

she had no real friends in school besides the stan twins, and it really affected her social life. on one hand, she’s crashing her father’s new car and having house parties with stan, on the other, she’s making A++ at school and is winning academic decathlons with ford

as a kid, she was always teased for her copper hair color, so when she was a teen she dyed it brown, but the roots grew in fast

when martin and shellie (my hcs for dipper’s and mabel’s parents) called stan and told him about their summer visit, leanne had to go into an extensive crash course on how not to curse in front of children. she didn’t last long

she and bill cipher were… actually friendly for a while after they first met. not anything other than acquaintances because they both had a mutual distrust in the other, but they did have moments where they were oddly nice to each other

leanne doted on the mystery twins the minute they arrived, and loved mabel for her creativity and dipper for his curiosity

leanne’s symbol and nickname from bill is a firework. the day before stan was kicked out, he gifted her a firework hair clip that she kept for ages, even wearing it during the twins’ visit

billee (leanne when possessed) can use bill’s magic through leanne’s body because of the magic in her blood. bill knows she was a descendant of a woman he assisted in the salem witch trials and uses her abilities to his advantage, even going so far as to teach her to earn her trust

leanne is very protective over soos, which comes as a concern for some people. but she sees that young boy who didn’t like his birthdays and attempted to help him cheer up over the years

leanne had exactly 24 “relationships” during the six years she and ford worked in gravity falls. absolutely none of them worked, and she didn’t want them to

lea has killed a man. actually a few men. very alive men. no, she won’t tell you why, when, were, or how, but she does say this one day and it freaks stan out because he thinks he might be next

her own parents put her together with ford for EVERYTHING, from school projects to outings to really forced “dates.” they didn’t get together because ford’s as straight as a circle and leanne had a crush on stan

leanne and fiddleford had a great relationship even after college. when he left the project and started using the memory gun, leanne would try in vain to bring him back to his senses. before the “society of the blind eye” ep, he would always be drawn to her, without really remembering why

leanne really doesn’t understand stan’s rivalry with gideon until he comes over and she realizes what a fake he is (leanne IS a telepath, and CAN read peoples’ minds, she just chooses not to)

leanne has terms of endearment for EVERYONE, and no one really knows why. she calls mabel “sweet pea,” dipper is “small fry,” soos is “star trooper,” wendy is “lazy maizy,” ford is “six string,” and stan? she doesn’t have a specific one for stan, but she uses “sweetheart” just a little too much

leanne’s got a weird southern/jersey mix and it is SO heavy when she gets angry. because she’s training herself not to swear, she rambles in her accent for minutes at a time when most things annoy her

leanne shouted “FUCK!” one time in front of the twins by accident (you try to keep it in when a brick falls on YOUR foot) and mabel, stan, and dipper secretly made a challenge to get her to say another one. she eventually caught on and spent a week locked in her room, cruising herself out so they wouldn’t win

leanne absolutely despises the northwests for their privilege because it reminds her of her own parents and the life she was raised, and such is proud of pacifica for breaking the cycle

she was legally married to ford for like 40 years, but only for tax benefits. and besides, she got divorced when stan married goldie in vegas. never changed her name though, even though her parents wanted her to

[incomingalbatross]

Gravity Falls, the first year after canon:

Kids start school basically as soon as they get home. Wendy and Co. go back into high school. Dipper starts boxing lessons at a local gym.

Stan and Ford get the Stan O' War II operational around the end of September, making a detour to sail south and see the kids before heading to the Arctic. Meet the Pines parents! (I really wanted them there for Thanksgiving, but I couldn't justify delaying their voyage by a whole three months. And end of September situates their sailing right after Yom Kippur, which from my limited understanding seems nicely symbolic.)

The kids + parents spend Thanksgiving with their dad's side of the family. May involve a belated realization that no one told Grandpa Shermie he has two brothers again. Oops? Situation is rectified.

Through the Magic of Christmas and a fortuitous run-in with Santa, Stan and Ford unexpectedly get to go home for Christmas! They even get to visit Piedmont and (with the kids) Gravity Falls before they zip back to their boat. Lots of reunions. This is also when Soos and Melody announce they've just gotten engaged. :)

Spring is less eventful in terms of California-Oregon-Arctic traffic.

The second school lets out, the younger twins are racing the older ones to Oregon. It's a photo finish probably. Everyone crowds into the Shack, which is fuller with Soos and Abuelita there, but it's also full of secret rooms and a floorplan that makes no sense, so it's fine.

Stan and Ford's birthday is on June 15!! It is a Very Big Deal. Dipper and Mabel go all out on the party planning, though they keep it mostly confined to the Shack crew.

Somewhere in here (maybe at the start? maybe in the middle?) Dipper and Mabel's parents come up for a couple weeks of vacation. It's a little disorienting for everyone, but they learn to love the town and Mabel and Dipper love getting to share it with them.

Soos and Melody get married on July 13 - Melody is making a Statement with that choice of date, which Soos understands and is overjoyed by. Half the town is at the wedding and all of it is at the reception (even though anyone not on the limited guest list has to pay admission. Stan is weeping with pride).

McGucket uses his new wealth to throw a ludicrously wild and extravagant shindig for the town on the date of the traditional Northwest party.

Despite the reach of NMAT, everyone feels unsettled on the anniversary of Weirdmageddon. People end up congregating in the town square in the evening. Wendy and her gang start a bonfire, people start bringing out food, and suddenly people are singing apocalypse folk songs? Trading stories? It's a whole thing in the end, but it helps people make something fun out of their memories.

The summer ends on a better note for the whole town, though, with a blow-out party to celebrate Mabel and Dipper's fourteenth birthday. This year their parents come up to give them company on the trip home, so they get to be there for the party too!

[harris-the-great]

𝘔𝘠 II2 17 FRAME-BY-FRAME ANALYSIS

//spoilers for the ii2 17 trailer ofc

1/2

So you see.../quote

The trailer starts off with this scene;

This leaves a not-so-good taste in my mouth to what Steve might be doing with the finalist. Here me out on this...

Fight to the death.

I KNOW I KNOW IT'S BADDD... but... With the fact that Mephone can bring contestants back, what's stopping Cobs from using similar tech to do the same? I'll come back to this later.

The screen then pans to Mephone, here;

From what I can tell, this seems to be another flashback or past memory of Mephone's. I believe this because of not only his (leaning towards) youthful demeanor, but more importantly, - the background.

(Hey! The next sections are going to suck, bc I'm rewriting them. I wrote them, and they didn't save. 💔)

This if from s2e13, from one of Mephone's memories. Recognize the glass? Mephone is definitely in mepple. I think that (in the ii2 17 ss) mephone is either

Completing a task for Cobs

OORR making the contestants(to a capacity.)

Mephone seems to be looking at something for imperfections, using his hands to border whatever he may be looking at from his POV, and smiling at his work. He had a similar reaction when he made the model boat (and went to show it to Steve), but he 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 had happy reactions is scenes when he was taking his own sort of control in his life in mepple(such as when he was watching TV.), so, I'm not going to rule out either, but I'd love to know what others think on that!

I'm not here to rewrite anymore than I need to, so feel free to go and look at my ii2 17 snippet analysis for this ss HERE! I Stan true to everything 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 the amount of Metags lawl.

Going back to the actual meat and potatoes of this, the screen resumes to Hotel OJ;

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴. To Mephone!

From what I can say, he seems to be - though not too kindly - , giving his rebuttal to what Steve has just told the finalists. He has a right to be as mad as he is, due to how 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 he's been trying to get just 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗲. That's all he wants! Or at least that's when he thinks. He thinks that with all the precautions he's put, just wanting one good finale for he little show is not too much time ask for, but with the fact that all he's doing is 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘊𝘰𝘣𝘴, he's denying a happy ending to not only himself, but every single one of his contestants. He deserves a good yell at Steve, though. I really want to see that.

Still at the Hotel (but out of the closet now(lol)), things pan to Lightbulb.

From her confident stance, it seems that she's taking a place of leadership. (Would have been nice if she took that before OJ died but,,) as much as I want to bully her (sorry), lightbulb taking this role suggests a few things. Not only does it mean that Lightbulb has started taking things seriously, putting her full attention into being that leader in this situation, but also realizing that this is not the time to just 'try and make people happy again'. Another blank this strikes, is 𝘸𝘩𝘺? Did something happen to Baseball? He seemed to have taken that leadership role as of the end of act 1, but Lightbulb seems to be doing that job for him now. Did Baseball tell her about Nickel? Did Baseball tell 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘕𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘭? Also would love to say, NEWBIE SCREEN TIME! HI CANDLEEE💜💜💜.

Going back to things I reallllyy don't wanna rewrite, this is one. This was in the snippet, and I'm p sure I already yapped about that back HERE. 🤩🙏💯

And here's the reason I had to rewrite so much. I had to get the ss below. ↓

Yay!! More newbies!! And Yay!! More Taco and her past abusive relationships!! Can't 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 to cover this. Seeing Baseball in the back as he is, makes me think a bit. Of course from a standpoint of the show production, having the

Ahem

"Largest" character in the front, wouldn't be the best idea, but I feel that him being in the back has a deeper reason.

You know how I mentioned Lightbulb taking control? This proves that further. Baseball blends in with the other onlookers, even ones like Cabby, who's in front of him might I add.

Not to Taco. She seems to be looking away, for the obvious reason. Mic. She was able to work up the confidence to talk to Pickle again, but Mic? That's a 𝘸𝘢𝘺 fresher wound for her. Not to mention, the last time she tried to fix a broken friendship that day, he

Uh

Died.

So, it's not like Taco wants to throw herself back into another potty party with a sob story when everyone around her is freaking out.

Looking at Microphone, she has a somber look on her face. One of almost,, remorse? Mic has a reason to miss Taco, that was her first friend almost ever. A look of longing on her face shows that better than I can describe. I think (after hearing about Pickle), Mic night have started thinking about how Taco might have experienced that, and started feeling just that little twinge of regret. Not much, but enough.

It's hard to see from the screenshot I took, but, Mepad is on the verrrry edge on the shot. Another gathering of contestants stand to the other side of him, suggesting that Mean is the main onlooker to something or someone in front of him. This may very well be 𝘔𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦. I'll come back to this.

We then see the purgatory crew! Yay!! Marshmallow is holding a remote, I will 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 come back to this!!

Moving on, I'm skipping the next frame, as it connects to another one! *

(*i will put another asterisk later)

Continuing the Hotal OJ talk, we see what the others are up too!!!

Last resort protection circle in case anyone dies.

Wow! How nice!!

Lightbulb is still taking her place of leadership, Baseball in tow. mephone seems to be entering the circle they've created for (what I think is) one of two reasons, one MUCH MORE selfish than the other.

To join in the circle watching out.

To go IN the circle.

(Spoiler alert; he's in the circle 😭)

I mean,,,, Mephone kinndaaaa is egotistical, nothing is stopping him from asking the contestants to circle him out of fear...

Also, little thing, OH MY GOD. ALL OF THESE CLIPS ARE SO OUT OF ORDER??? Next post I will be putting them in what I believe is chronological order cuz AE what is this buffoonery bro. I keep saying "I'll come back to this" and that's why. 😭

Back to the screen shot- one thing that I just need to point out whether I like it or not, is the fact that these are the 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 contestants. Anyone who isn't present in the circle is most likely at the library, or dead. This includes the speculations on Soap. Also,

GOO!?!?

WHERE'S GOO.

I'M GOING TO CRY.

ahem

I'm going to break this into 2 parts because of the image limit. I'll tag that HERE when it's done!

[serpercival]

@goofo is truly my number one enabler so let's talk about the OC I've quickly gotten unbearably tender about in the foxtrapverse. I had a five hour drive yesterday by myself so I was rambling about him in voice notes in the group chat and got so attached so quickly.

As Trapper, Hawkeye, and BJ establish themselves in the San Fran medical community, everyone starts referring curse patients to them, sometimes because those doctors don't want to deal with those cases or because they know that anyone associated with Trapper is going to be kind and polite in a way some other doctors might not be.

One day, a few months after JT starts kindergarten, a mom brings in her kid—Jesse—who's newly cursed. He's the same age as JT.

He's also a red fox.

His is temporary. Trapper takes a look at the test results and it seems like Jesse's curse is going to last about a decade, maybe a little bit more. Long-term, but not permanent.

Trapper remembers how lonely his own childhood was. JT's made friends, but Trapper had friends when he was in elementary school, too. It took a little while for kids to adopt their parents' ideals and start being scared of him.

He pulls some strings, talks to Jesse's mom, and they start setting up playdates. Jesse and JT get along absolutely fantastically. They have a built in connection and can communicate in a way they can't with anybody else.

The next year, they're at the same school. They spend damn near all their time together. JT's got a little bit of a crush, but Jesse's never shown any interest in guys, so he leaves it alone. And because Jesse's is temporary, he doesn't get the heat (but does get a little bit worked up during February), so JT doesn't even have "we can go through it together." They have a few other friends through high school, but mostly, they're leaning on each other.

A month or so into senior year, Jesse's curse finally wears off. And god, the grief of that. It's all he remembers, and suddenly he's missing pieces of himself. He can't understand when JT speaks in fox anymore. His senses are so much worse. God, he misses his tail! He took a lot of pride in keeping his fur nice, and now... what the hell is he supposed to do?

He desperately wants to stay friends with JT, but it's hard. Every time he looks at JT, he remembers what he lost. And... people treat him differently, now. They smile back at him. A couple of girls flirt back.

So they drift apart. They're both mourning so much and they want each other back, but they don't know how to start forging that connection again. By the end of the year they don't even acknowledge each other in the halls.

At graduation, they say goodbye.

JT's sure he's never going to see him again.

Nearly a decade later, JT's interning at San Francisco Memorial, and Jesse comes into the emergency room after a car crash. JT begs Stan to put him on the case, and Stan agrees before anyone who knows the whole story can warn him against it.

JT's the one there when Jesse wakes up after surgery.

It's awkward, at first. They have the kind of conversation you have with someone when you don't know them anymore. Jesse teases JT for taking after his old man, JT asks Jesse what the hell he's doing with himself these days..

And then JT slips, and he says Jesse's name in fox, and every old ache comes flooding back.

Jesse apologizes for how things ended. He's thought about him... god, three times a week, minimum, for the past eight years. He still sits down weird, like he's going to sit on his tail if he's not careful. And he could have died without ever seeing him again! He's never had another friend he was so close to. He wants that back. He was so scared, in high school, and the idea of being Normal was so alluring, that he pulled back.

But it doesn't have to be like that anymore.

They start hanging out again. It's, again, awkward at first, but Jesse's trying this time. Once a week, when JT has the time in his schedule, he'll go over to Jesse's apartment, they'll have dinner and play a board game and talk about their weeks, and... JT starts to remember how bad his crush was. He can't hide the interested body language, this time around, and he can tell that Jesse can still read it like a book.

But Jesse doesn't tell him to stop.

So JT starts assuming they're dates.

A few weeks before Christmas, JT asks Jesse if he wants to come over for the holiday. When Jesse agrees... JT kisses him. Just on the cheek. Chaste. but Jesse still shies away.

JT assumes he's fucked everything up again. He figures he's never going to see him again, again, and tries to cut ties first.

When JT doesn't show up for their weekly hangout, Jesse calls him asking him where the hell he is.

So he goes.

Jesse kisses him back the second he's through the door.

"I'm sorry," he says, sliding his hands into JT's. "This is... new, for me."

JT squeezes his hands back. "Yeah, well. As long as you let me stick around through the new stuff, this time."

[noirvette]

WE NEVER EXISTED

[band smau]

[SIXTEEN]

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cws: depression, substance abuse

Note: This chapter and chapter 17 will be happening simultaneously whereas Chapter 18 will happen a day after the events of these two chapters.

Cold, you were physically cold. Mentally numb. The situation didn't feel right to you. It didn't feel real. Being holed up in your apartment with nothing but a bottle of alcohol was your sense of normalcy; a fucked up version of normalcy but it made you feel okay.

You weren't okay though. You don't think you'd ever feel okay again, if you'd ever feel loved again.

Twitter had sent a barrage of nice and comforting messages on your recent tweet, which had been a couple days ago, but you couldn't bring yourself to even scroll on your phone. Every time you did, Kenny was there, in some way, a remnant of who he was to you was there.

It may have been in a tweet he sent, he could even be mentioned in a tweet about you, and those stupid fucking twitter threads talking about how "Every time Kenny mistreated Y/n" pissed you off greatly.

Instagram was worse, you haven't been able to stomach the images of him on your feed, having him still up in a weird way.. made you feel sane.

The Kenny who cheated on you was a different Kenny in the photos you told yourself. The Kenny in your feed, the Kenny in your past tweets, the Kenny in paparazzi pictures was YOUR boyfriend Kenny.

Your Kenny wouldn't cheat.

He wouldn't EVER cheat.

He wouldn't cheat.

He wouldn't.

He did.

Your throat closes up at the memory of last night, of Kyle telling you. Of Kenny desperately telling you to not check Twitter, his I love you's, his sorry's, the hugs the band gave you.

You thought back to how Clyde clung on to you, how he was the last one to leave because he refused to let you be by yourself until you shut him out of your apartment.

How Stan fell to his knees beside you as you finally tried to get up to go home. How he sat with you on the cold unforgiving ground until the feeling in your legs were back.

How Nichole blocked Kenny's number for you, how she called Kenny on her phone and yelled at him for a solid half hour for what he did to you.

How Kyle was the first one to tell you, how he held you so tightly and whispered that it was okay.. you could've almost believed him.

How the band walked you home, how they didn't want to let you go, how they didn't want you to be by yourself.

You felt numbness, you felt despair, you just felt empty. Like your whole world suddenly got mirrored and nothing felt right anymore.

You felt angry, sudden bursts of anger that made you want to destroy everything that reminded you of Kenny and yet as soon as those bursts came they were gone. It was back to being numb and feeling like stone.

You felt sick, from the situation but you're sure in your hazy cloudy mind that the two bottles of empty wine and the third half drank isn't helping you at all either. You weren't even a fan of wine, you just saw the bottles and grabbed them, heading to your room.

You heard your phone go off besides you, probably numerous texts from the girls, probably some from the boys too, but you couldn't bring yourself to turn over.

How long had Kenny been pretending?

Did Kenny harbor feelings for Red prior to you leaving for the tri-state tours?

All those times you had been together since you've been back.. was he pretending you were Red?

When did he fall out of love with you? Why didn't he just tell you?

Why did?

Why would Kenny?

Your thoughts were spiraling and you take another sip of wine, you planned on getting drunk enough to where your thoughts were so jumbled that you couldn't make sense of your own self.

Maybe that way you couldn't feel anymore pain..

You just didn't want to feel anymore. It was all too much too handle, the numbness, the anger, the sadness, the self pity, you didn't want to handle this anymore. You wanted an escape.

You downed the glass and poured yourself another.

"I shouldn't.. drink anymore." You thought, a lone logical, smart thought ran through your mind.

You took a sip.

You moved to grab your phone and you unblocked Kenny. You're not sure why, maybe your drunk mind craved him so much despite what he did that you did the one thing you promised Nichole you wouldn't do.

You took another sip.

Kyle sighed, the stress of dealing with making sure money went back to people and solidifying changed dates sucked. He didn't even bother fully solidifying new dates, he wanted to make sure you were fully okay first.

Kyle wanted to do everything for you. Starting with making sure you were okay.

He knew exactly how badly you were hurting.

Well, maybe not exactly, but he knew you weren't doing okay and he felt guilty for not being there right now, especially because he told you the news.

He doesn't regret telling you, he just regrets the consequence of telling you.

Being told news that your boyfriend is cheating on you is world shattering. He knew there was no easy way to tell you, he just didn't want to see you in a world of pain. And so his guilt festers.

The band group chat was silent. Everyone was giving you space but Kyle couldn't help but wonder if that was the smart move. Were you self destructing? Were you lashing out? Were you taking this more in stride and a bit more smoothly?

Did he need to be there for you?

He knew yes he needed to be there for you, but did you want him there? Would you be angry if he showed up? If he made sure you were okay.

You hadn't responded to his texts, anybody's texts for that matter. Which made Kyle a bit nervous. He was scared for you, worried about you.

He was worried about himself.

Kyle pushes the hair out of his face and looks down at the ground. It was no secret to anyone that Kyle had fallen in love with you in high school. He wouldn't be surprised if you even knew that, but Kenny had begun dating you quicker than he could've blinked.

He didn't want to push himself onto you like he was hoping him being there for you meant he was hoping a relationship would start.

He wanted you to heal.

Second guessing himself was self destructive, he got that, he just didn't want his selfless actions to be perceived in a certain way. Especially with the media traction, he knew rumors would start and he didn't want to divide the friend group anymore than it already is.

Kyle sighed.. he'll check up on you tomorrow.

Kenny was at his wits end. He didn't know what to do. He royally fucked up, he knows that, hell the whole world knows that.

People on Twitter coming after him, people on Twitter congratulating him, he felt sick reading those who agreed with his actions. He didn't even agree with his own actions.

He was sorry. He was so deeply sorry and he doubted there was a way to actually get his sorryness across to you.

He didn't want your forgiveness. Kenny was grown enough to recognize this was a mistake that was undoable, that there was no way he could ever come back from this.

Nichole yelled at him at him last night and he soak in every word, everything she said was true. He was lowest of the low, he was a blood sucking leech.

That he didn't deserve you, that you didn't deserve what he did to you.

That he was scum.. that people who are trashy belong to each other and how Nichole 'hopes he and Red have a life they deserve.'

He sighed, he was blocked on your phone. It was the only thing he was blocked on. He still had access to your Twitter and Instagram, even Snapchat was still accessible.

Most of the friend group had blocked him too.

The only ones who hadn't were Stan, Butters, and Tolkien.

Tolkien was out of the country though right now and when Tolkien finds out what's happening he's sure he'd get blocked too.

Kenny groans and turns his phone on and debates sending you a message despite knowing it wouldn't go anywhere.

He does so anyways, pouring his thoughts into one final message even if you won't receive it.

His surprise came from when the message went through.

Ding!

Your phone goes off and you open your bleary eyes to read the message, eyes widening when you realize it was Kenny.

Anger filled your entire being again. How DARE he gets to talk big about how he doesn't deserve your forgiveness.

How dare he gets to act like he's a victim in this as well. He could he just text you talking about how he understands how badly he fucked up?

Of course you didn't deserve to be cheated on, who fucking does? Is he serious? You were pissed beyond belief that you couldn't even fathom the stupidity that Kenneth McCormick was.

You quickly typed a response and re-blocked him. Kenneth 'Kenny' McCormick was dead to you. You never wanted to deal with him ever again. You shut your phone off and laid back in bed, exhaustion taking over and you let it.

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[ca-suffit]

Ca I'm fucking tired I swear 😭 These people will pull out 'Claudia is a stand in for Anne's daughter' 'Lestat is Stan' 'Louis is her' I EVEN FUCKING HEARD 'She wrote TOTBT after her dad died and Talbot is an incarnation of her memory for him' (real unflattering for him I guess) or how intrinsically she was connected to Lestat.

BUT GOD FUCKING FORBID, that someone brings out her statement about 14 year olds being adults when talking about the erotic depiction of Armand's sexual assault, and the complete tolerance of it from every other character, and Marius being painted as a saviour, the good master, etc. Or her saying photographs of children in Vogue were erotic.

THEN it's 'seperate the art from the artist' 'depiction isn't endorsement' WELL GUESS WHAT YOU CAN'T PICK AND CHOOSE THIS SHIT. I'm sorry that so many people formed a parasocial relationship with this woman, because her work is actually much more interesting when you're able to critique it and figure all the ways of how or why it's fucked up.

(obligatory thank you for existing Ca and welcome back, your blog is a safe haven for people who have anything to say outside of the echo chamber. 🖤)

tw: csa

the way I see a lot of how she wrote in her books and what she said on these topics in interviews is that she prbly experienced it firsthand and spent a lifetime never confronting it. that's what happens with some trauma victims, they stay locked into that mindset from being a child victim and end up repeating these justifications for shit bcuz they can't ever escape. I dislike the woman greatly and idk if I'd call it "pity" for her, but I feel some kind of something for someone who had the means to get rly extensive therapy and instead used it to lash out at ppl (her own fans a lot of the time) until she died. now her fans are repeating the same behaviors and also having no self-awareness of that, while not even having access to her wealth so even more wtf are u all doing.

it *is* a lot more insightful to question everything in these books and look at her too, which is why I was first surprised af that this didn't routinely happen when I first had awareness of this fandom too. There's plenty of ppl who do it, they just don't last long in the very public area of fandom spaces bcuz the rabid "gothic romance" types chase them all out, bcuz they can't undo their special image of her and/or look at their own trauma they're using this to escape from (or did as kids) and they make that everyone else's problem.

(also ty for the nice comments<3)

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

back at it again with OrangeJuiceVerse headcanons that only matter to me, this time it’s

Driving Related

except I don’t know the breeds of cars

• Stan: blue truck that used to be randys. It kinda starts crapping out on him in his late twenties but Kenny helps him keep it running and he won’t just sell it and get a new one bc the guy is a SENTIMENTAL LOSER and there are too many memories (c’mon he and Kyle having a lil stargazing date in the bed of it and that’s when they kissed for the first time aaaaa). It is kinda ancient tho. He named it Glamdring The Foe Hammer (curbs are the foes in question btw). Guitar pick hanging from his keys. He’s a pretty good driver except he blasts the music too loud, brakes abruptly for squirrels, and sucks at parking.

• Kyle: grey car since high school. He didn’t know what to name it so Cartman calls it the Bitch Mobile, and he takes great care of it, he’s one of those guys to have an organizer in the console. Despite the guys calling him “mom” and “grandma” he has HORRIBLE ROAD RAGE especially because he is obsessive about the rules of the road and obeying them exactly. The guys know they’re safest with him driving but the yelling at drivers who don’t use their blinkers makes him the last choice when the 5 drive lmao. Made a 97 on his driving test and almost retook it to get a perfect score.

• Tweek: silver suv that he got as a graduation gift from his parents (before he knew it was bought w drug money rip) he didn’t name it because that’s too much pressure. He HATES driving like he only got his license because he HAD to, and as an adult doesn’t do much more of it than errands around town. HAS to have the radio on an even number if he even allows music in the car at all and will go SO FAR OUT OF HIS WAY to avoid making a left turn without a light. Has so many unorganized emergency supplies in the back plus half his jackets and random shit he finds when out but doesn’t bother to bring inside.

•Craig: “nice and boring” black car that he keeps clean and simple. He named it Stripe (it does not have a stripe) and is LITERALLY THE BEST DRIVER IN THE OJV. Very calm and collected on the road even when Tweek’s in the passenger seat freaked out about them merging or something. Won’t let anyone behind the wheel other than himself and (if his husband is only going a short distance) Tweek (and Kyle that ONE TIME after they witnessed a gas station robbery and Craig had a meltdown). Guinea pig keychain, and his car always smells good.

•Kenny: also a truck guy, he fixed it up himself in hs and it isn’t particularly consistent about starting. Most of it is brown but one door is blue and the tailgate is green. Named it RESURRECTION. Radio doesn’t work and the seats are mismatched, he likes to say that it’s “made of spare parts just like himself” and is very attached to that thing. Even when he gets a new truck (baby blue, he named it Butterfly) after his art takes off, he keeps it around. One of those tacky hula dancers on the dash and SO many bumper stickers. He’s a decent driver, just reckless unless he has a passenger.

• Cartman: oh my god he totally has one of those stoner vans with a custom paint job in that 80s pondering my orb style of HIMSELF RIDING A FIREBREATHING CAT!!! (I will die on this hill) he calls it Eric Triumphant. Since he has the biggest vehicle and actually isn’t too bad of a driver (unless he’s trying to activate Kyle’s road rage) the m5 tend to use it for excursions. He picks the music though, every time, and sings LOUDLY.

• Marjorine: can’t drive bc ojv marj is, in fact, blind in the ninja star eye sorry queen

• Stan and Kyle take turns driving the other to school and sports every day in hs. Sometimes Marj and Ken will join if Kenny’s truck isn’t working.

• the group also coordinates occasional days where they all ride the bus for old times because THEY ARE ALL NOSTALGIC LOSERS, even the ones who won’t admit it.