#im very sorry OP but you kinda did ask

[hibiscus-ships]

I have A Few™️

anybody have specific scenes or episodes from their f/o’s source that when they see them they’re just like GOD I LOVE YOU!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!! and your heart gets fucking galaxy sized because your f/o is so good in every way

[viceroywrites]

deja vu - part seven (stan route)

planning out your road trip through the pacific northwest, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the town of gravity falls.

little did you know that this town held more memories than you could have possibly imagined.

too bad you didn't remember any of them.

stan x fem!reader / ford x fem!reader

choose your own adventure / contains fluff and angst (w/ happy ending)

part six | part eight

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The ambient sounds of the Mystery Shack on a weekend were quite serene.

The sound of Abuelita’s telenovelas playing in the background, the creaking of the worn wood floors each time the younger set of Pines twins walked across their room, the top popping off a can of Pitt Cola before Stan takes a loud sip. 

Thankfully, the layers of dirt and concrete muffled the sounds of bickering that echoed through the basement that would quickly unravel the calm atmosphere upstairs. The raised voices barely audible through the vending machine that sits in the gift shop.

You were on your fourth day of watching back your memories with Ford. To say it was a rollercoaster each day was an understatement. It was a 50/50 toss up on how the day would end. Half the days you and Ford would end up not talking to each other until the next day. The other half, you felt yourself getting closer to him, gracious for his presence and adding more clarity to the scenes that played before you. 

Today was an example of the former, your arms crossed over your chest after asking Ford to pause the tape after a particularly nasty fight the two of you had just played.

“Y/N, your interpretation of what I said was completely off-base.” Ford snaps, getting a bit defensive despite his promise that he would not try to defend his actions this time around. He couldn’t help himself, his mind defaulting to the logic that made the most sense to him. 

Old habits tend to die hard, it seems, when it comes to your dynamic with Ford.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know there were multiple ways to interpret you telling me that I was clueless. Please enlighten me.” You say with a sardonic tone, your expression sour. These past few days, it has started to dawn on you that Ford’s knowledge was somewhat limited in the emotional department. 

Ford pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Listen, if you just give me a chance to explain myself, what I meant to say was that you were clueless in the sense that you didn’t understand what I was up against at the time. I wasn’t commenting on your intelligence.” Ford attempts to assuage the impact of his words.

“Stanford, how is that any better?” You throw your hands up in frustration, “I knew you felt like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders, but that doesn’t excuse you taking it out on others, the very people trying to help you!”

“I didn’t ask for you to help me! It was your choice to give up your dream job back then! I didn’t need you!” A flurry of biting words leave Ford’s mouth before he can think about the consequences and if he truly even meant what he was saying. 

‘Fine, I don’t need your help!’

‘I don’t need you! I don’t need anyone!’

Those phrases echoed over and over in your head the past few days, sending you right back to the foggy memory of what you had surmised to be your last interaction with Ford. 

“Then what’s the point of me being here, Ford? If you didn’t need me then, you clearly don’t need me now.” You ask, about to turn your heel to head back upstairs.

Your own ego would not allow you to just stand there taking Ford’s harsh words, and you had learned over the last few days that sometimes you had to choose your battles with the stubborn intellectual.  

Ford freezes at your response, the weight of your words hitting him like a bucket of cold water washing over him. 

The words you uttered were eerily similar to the exact words you had uttered when you left him thirty years ago.

‘Then what’s the point of me being here, Ford? Let me just get out of your way then.’ 

His hand reaches out, just like it did all those years ago, grasping your wrist firmly. You turn to look back at Ford, about to snatch your hand away, but the familiarity of this scene stops you.

You’ve been here before, haven’t you?

Old habits do die hard.

“I-I’m sorry.” Ford says, “I didn’t mean what I said..”

“Then why say it?” You ask, hurt evident in your tone. “Why ask me to come with you all those years ago to Oregon if you didn’t need me?”

“Because… I did need you. It’s just my pride got in the way, I wanted to do it on my own. The concept of asking for help was hard enough and I didn’t want to feel useless to you… in the past, I had to be pushed to a breaking point to ask. Even then… I had a hard time accepting help, believing that I had all the answers.” Ford rambled out in the best words he could find at the moment to explain himself.

You needed a moment to digest his explanation, still needing time to work through the pain his words had caused in the first place.

“Mind if we call it for today? I know we only got through four hours of memories but I just need some time to think it over, Ford.” You ask, hastily pulling your hand away from Ford’s grasp.

Despite being in such a rush to get your memories back a few days prior, you were at your limit already for today. 

Ford’s hand falls limp at his side, admitting defeat. Despite his stubbornness, he knew it was not optimal timing to be insisting you push onward especially when he was on thin ice in regards to how you felt about him at the moment, “Very well, let me know if you change your mind.”

After making your way up the staircase, you push against the vending machine door, closing it behind you. The gift shop is empty, Melody and Soos closing down the Shack for the day to visit her family up in Portland. 

There was also a part of you that was putting off the inevitable. You know you were getting dangerously close to your final fight based on the loose timeline Ford had explained to you and the amount of dreams you had checked off in your journal. You had to admit that you were terrified about how you would feel about Ford at the end of this all, especially after forming bonds with the people who were dearest to him. 

The thoughts were getting a bit too overwhelming, and you decided to head outside to get some fresh air. Descending down the front steps of the Mystery Shack, you decide to take a walk around the perimeter of the house, not having wandered around the surrounding forest much since you first arrived. The extent of your exploration of the Shack had been mostly contained indoors, wanting to familiarize yourself with all the settings of your dreams.

Your hand runs over the old wood as you walk along the side of the Shack, tracing over the patches of sheet metal and newer wood that covered up the holes that had been created during Weirdmageddon. It suddenly hits you that just a few days ago, this was just a silly little tourist attraction on your way up north. Little did you know that day, you actually were walking around the house that held so many lost memories, a ghost of your past just outside. 

The hum of the ice machine grows louder with each step you take towards the back of the Mystery Shack. Rounding the corner, you are greeted to the sight of Stan, lounging on an old beat up couch on the back porch of Shack, nursing a cold Pitt Cola in his left hand. The gold medallion that rests on his exposed gray chest hairs, courtesy of the top two buttons of his red Hawaiian shirt undone, twinkles in the sunlight. In his right hand, he holds a broom, causing you to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Busy sweeping the back porch?” Your voice calls out, startling him as he suddenly raises the broom in defense though quickly dropping it at the sight of you.

 “Jesus, you can’t sneak up on me like that, toots! At my age, I might have a heart attack right here!” Stan groans, dropping the broom to the side before glancing out into the field, “Caught some gnomes trying to rummage through the garbage and had to chase ‘em off. One of them is still obsessed with Mabel and always tries to get something of hers out of the trash.”

You grimace at the thought of these small bearded man still pining after the fourteen year old, walking up the porch steps, “Man, they’re tenacious, aren’t they?” You mutter, standing in front of Stan, “Mind if I join you?”

Stan wordlessly pats the seat next to him in response, taking a sip from his Pitt Cola. You take the seat graciously, sinking into the worn out cushions. 

“So I take it that today's memory session was a bust, considering you’re out here.” Stan commented, his arm dangling against the back of the couch as he looked out into the forest. His eyes narrow, giving the gnome that pops its head out a warning glare before it disappears back into the bush. 

You wished these couch cushions would sink you further into its depths after hearing Stan’s comment, “A bit of an understatement.” You trail off, not wanting to go into too much on account of Stan potentially defending Ford. You wouldn’t even blame him if he did. After all, you were a stranger just a week ago.

Stan could sense your hesitation to elaborate and decides to break the ice himself, “You don’t have to tiptoe around me, ya know. I know my brother can be a pain in the ass sometimes, I’ve probably thought whatever you’re thinking at some point, especially last summer.”

Sometimes you forget that only just this year had the Pines twins repaired their fractured relationship after decades of being apart. Despite the occasional banter and arguments that are typical with any sibling dynamic, it was apparent to any onlooker that Stan and Ford had each others’ backs. 

There’s a sharp inhale through your nostrils, mustering up the courage to blurt out and get off your chest the first thought that comes to mind to summarize your feelings towards Ford at the moment, “You know your brother can be a stubborn asshole sometimes. I know he means well but he just always needs to defend his actions, there’s always some logical and seemingly justifiable reason as to why he did what he did.”

Stan balks out a deep laugh, glancing over at you, “You’re preaching to the choir, I think Poindexter got so used to being right growing up in the eyes of our old man that whenever we’d get into arguments, he’d just find a way to logic out how he wasn’t in the wrong. Though I can’t say I’m any better, I think it runs in the Pines genes to be a little bit stubborn.” He admits with a shrug.

You let out a soft laugh yourself, seeing first hand recently how their strong personalities clash at times. You shake your head, “If you’re both so stubborn then, how’d you two make up after not speaking for decades?” You pause, asking the question that you ask yourself often, “How do you forgive him when he’s hurt you so much?”

Stan takes a long sip from his can of Pitt. He’s not sure how to quite answer your question. There weren't some magical words or things that Ford said or did to get him to forgive him and vice-versa. He wished it was that simple, but giving forgiveness was similar to gambling. There was always the potential that the more you gave, the more it could bite you in the ass. Forgiving Ford meant accepting that he could get hurt again some day, but it felt worth the gamble for the opportunity to have his brother as a part of his life again.

Was it wrong of him to give his perspective even though you were asking him?

Was he meddling with his brother building a relationship with you again, romantic or not?

Would he ruin it just like he had ruined Ford’s chances of getting into his dream school?

Stan takes a look into your eyes that are confused and desperate for answers. It’s scary how he can see bits of himself just this past summer in you, and it dawns on him that only he of all people could truly understand the pain you were experiencing. He lets out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck out of vexation, trying to find the right words to say. 

“Look, I wish there were some groundbreaking explanation that I could give you that would lay out how I was able to forgive Ford after all those years step by step…” Stan mutters, toying with the pop top of the soda. “During Weirdmageddon, Bill put the kids in danger, and Ford and I had to put aside our grudge to rescue them. After that, I lost my memory, and I spent this past year getting my memories back. Ford helped me along the way and in a way, that started to make up for everything that happened in the past.” 

The mention of Bill makes your blood run cold. You knew that Dipper and Mabel were in the know about the strange happenings of Gravity Falls and actively helped Fiddleford regain his memories, but it was terrifying to think that they were involved to the point of Bill seeing them as a threat and putting their lives in danger. However, it made perfect sense that it brought the two brothers to set aside their past grudges and come together - you’ve seen first hand how much they adore the younger twins.

Stan continues, “Besides, you gotta remember Ford’s my twin brother. We’ve been together since birth. Sure, he can be a stubborn know-it-all, but at the end of the day, I’d do anything for the guy. Also it’d be a hell of a waste of all those years I invested into trying to get him back if I didn’t forgive him.” 

“So you ever get a return on that investment?” You ask with a grin, causing Stan to let out a hearty chuckle. “I’d say spending the last year helping me get my memories back while also being stuck with me on a boat exploring the world was a good return. Though I’m still waiting for him to admit I’m the better looking twin.”

“Anyways, back to my point. I know my brother’s a stubborn one, the guy will debate with you for hours on a topic he thinks he knows everything about. He gets tunnel visioned so when he gets like that, focus less on the why of what happened and more on how he’ll make up for it.” Stan explains, “Trust me, he does want to make things right by you. I know he has a lot of regrets about how his actions affected you and Fiddleford.”

Stan’s perspective helped a lot as it made you realize that you spent a lot of time with Ford arguing about your memories. In wanting Ford’s perspective, it had created a scenario where Ford felt he was the expert in this situation and needed to defend his logic. 

“Maybe I should try watching the memories without Ford, and talking to him about it once I’ve processed everything.” You say, “I think it’s better to ask for an apology rather than an explanation. No matter what he says, the logic behind it doesn’t take away the sting.” 

“Honestly, that’s probably a good idea, doll.” Stan hums, “I know I had to take a sec to cool off before Ford and I could talk things out. Hell, there were some times that it took a day or two for me to come around.” Stan stands up suddenly, crushing the empty Pitt can in his hand and tossing it into the trash can. He glances back at you, “Since you’re free for the rest of the day, you wanna join me in taking Mabel and her friends to go mini-golfing? You’ve been down in that basement pretty much every single day, maybe getting out of the Shack will help.”

The offer is tempting, those countless hours in the cold, dark basement of the Mystery Shack may have been tolerable for Ford, but it was starting to drive you a little stir crazy. 

“Sure, why not?”

90% Compatibility - For real soulmates. Start planning the wedding, now.

Mabel stares at the text before her, her purple glitter pen dropping to the floor dramatically almost in slow motion. She’s grateful that Dipper was out for the day, deciding to keep Pacifica company during her shift at Greasy’s and work on his journal as she squeezes her cheeks together in disbelief, “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

Hearing a loud knock on the wooden door startles Mabel out of her dazed state, and she quickly stuffs the magazine underneath her pillow when Stan sticks his head through the gap. “You good, pumpkin?” Stan asks, hearing her through the door. “I’m totally fine, Grunkle Stan! In fact I’m spectacular!” Mabel says, her voice slightly shaky. Stan raises a skeptical eyebrow but decides it’s best not to ask, “Well, we’re ready for ya downstairs to head to the mini-golf course.”

“We? Is Great Uncle Ford joining us?” Mabel asks, slipping off the bed to slide on her shoes. Stan rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, “Actually, Y/N’s gonna be joining us. She wanted to take a break today, and I figured I’d invite her to join.” 

The bubbly brunette sees this as the perfect opportunity to see you and Stan’s dynamic in action, wanting to see the chemistry between the two of you first hand. “Fine by me, anything to get you out of our hair, Grunkle Stan.” Mabel says with a grin. Stan rolls his eyes, ruffling Mabel’s hair when she walks up to him despite her playful protest, “Yeah, yeah, I know you pre-teens need your space.”

“I’ll be down in a sec, Grunkle Stan. I need to grab the sweater I borrowed from Grenda.” Mabel says. The moment Stan disappears behind the door and she hears his footsteps creaking down the old staircase, she rushes to take a photo of her magazine, texting her friends.

‘Ladies, I might have a match making opportunity and I need your help!’

-

You can feel three pairs of eyes staring at the back of your head with intensity during the entire car ride to the Putt Hutt. Part of you wonders if there’s something off about your appearance, the other part wonders if you somehow did something that personally offended the three pre-teens that sit in the back of the El Diablo despite your introductions to Candy and Grenda being pleasant.

You lean over the console, eyebrow raising as you hear three sets of breaths hitch at your sudden movement, before whispering in Stan’s ear, “Do I have something on my face?”

Stan glances over as he’s sat at a red light, assessing your features carefully before shaking his head, “Nah, you look good like you always do.” He says nonchalantly though pauses after realizing he just complimented you, “I mean… you’re decent, ya know?” He attempts to brush it off, chuckling awkwardly.

You can’t help but laugh at his awkwardness, “Glad to know I’m decent by Stan Pines’ standard.” You tease, causing Stan to relax before he begins to press his foot on the gas the moment the light turns green.

You hear murmurs soon after but choose to brush it off, more focused on how your cheeks heated up after Stan’s casual compliment. 

After parking the car, the girls rush out of the car, making a bee-line for the rental booth with you and Stan trailing behind. “Are they usually like that?” You ask Stan who shrugs, “Usually they’re yapping with each other the whole ride but I wouldn’t pay it any mind. You’re better off trying to understand quantum mechanics than the minds of pre-teens.”

Once you and Stan catch up, the two of you find yourselves whipping out your wallets at the same time. “I got this one, Stan. You’ve already been so generous with letting me stay at the Shack.” You insist, shoving the bills through the clear window which Stan promptly tries to snatch away, holding over your head, “Nuh-uh, it’s my grand-niece and her friends.” The bored, underpaid teenager worker behind the booth blows a bubble with her gum, chin propped up on her hand, as the two of you squabble. 

“Grunkle Stan never insists on paying for anything. He usually tries to get out of paying.” Mabel whispers over to Candy and Grenda who watch on, their eyes flitting back and forth as if they were watching a rally during a tennis match. She watches, hearing her Grunkle’s deep chuckle resonate through the air as you try in vain to pull his arm down before faking him out, slamming your card down and pushing it towards the worker who promptly swipes it.

“Alright, you win this round, toots.” Stan huffs, taking the clubs from the worker and passing them to the girls before you all make your way onto the course. The moment you step onto the course, you quickly realize how skilled Mabel is at the sport, easily sinking hole in ones when it takes her friends a few tries. 

As for you and Stan, you watch in amusement as Stan stomps around each course with a grimace, using way too much power and usually knocking the ball way out of bounds. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the girls waiting, glancing over at the next course. “Why don’t you girls go on ahead? We’ll meet up with you at the end, I think your Grunkle is going to be a while.” You say, hearing Stan yell ‘Oh come on’ in the distance.

The girls nod eagerly, running off in excitement though you were unaware it was not about mini-golf in the slightest but the opportunity to observe you and Stan from a distance and perhaps nudge the two of you together. “Let’s go straight to hole 20, I have a plan.” Mabel says with a grin, rubbing her hands together.

Once the girls disappear from your sight, you walk back over to Stan who putts the ball to the other end of the course once again narrowly missing the hole after hitting it in frustration a bit too hard. “Son of a gun!” Stan curses which has you shaking your head with a chuckle, “You know the kids are gone. You can curse for real now.” Stan looks around, seeing Mabel and her friends are gone before grinning with glee as he lets out, “Son of a bitch!”

You laugh at his antics, coming up behind him. “You know if you use a little less power, you might make it in the hole. You’ve got a good aim, you just keep narrowly missing it.” You point out. Stan folds his arms, and you almost expect a sense of defensiveness, but Stan takes it as a challenge of sorts. “Oh? Didn’t realize you were a mini-golf pro, care to make a wager then?” He says with a grin, twirling his club in his hand.

“What kind of wager are we thinking, Pines?” You ask, amused at the prospect. “Person who gets the ball in with the least amount of tries wins. Loser has to cook breakfast for the rest of the family tomorrow.” Stan offers, mostly to get out of having to make breakfast for once. Ford has tried to offer but it resulted in the Pines family scrubbing the walls to clean up the pancake batter that was flung all across the kitchen. He sticks out his hand, hoping to seal the deal.

You glance between him and his hand before wrapping your hand around his, shaking it firmly. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” 

The two of you move from course to course, using the scorecard provided for once to tally up how many tries it takes each of you to sink the ball into the hole. You are quite surprised to see Stan actually take your feedback to heart, adjusting his force and getting a few hole in ones in there. 

It’s pretty much neck and neck, the two of you bantering and trying to distract one another during each other’s putts. Amidst her scheming, Mabel peaks her head through the bushes every now and then, watching on in curiosity. The chemistry between you and Stan seems so effortless, his presence pulling a beaming smile and laughter that she had yet to see around her Grunkle Ford. “I can’t believe it… they actually fit really well together.” Mabel says in awe. 

“They’re coming this way!” Grenda calls out in a hushed tone, causing Mabel to stick her head back into the bush. She watches carefully as the two of you approach, waiting for the right moment. The golf ball rolls right past the bush, and you make your way to go hit it once more, Stan trailing right behind you. Mabel takes this opportunity to simply stick out her leg, your ankle snagging on it. You begin to fall forward, your hands extending outward to brace yourself for the fall but it never comes. 

Instead, you feel Stan’s upper arm wrapped tightly around your waist, his fingertips sinking into the fabric of your shirt to make sure he has a grip on you. “Whoa there, watch where you’re stepping. Could’ve landed flat on your face there!” Stan chuckles, gazing down with an amused grin at what he perceived was your clumsiness. He quickly tugs you up, but the force that he uses causes you two to end up chest to chest. 

Time seems to stand still, the two of you staring into each other’s eyes. Being this up close to you, Stan notices features that he hadn’t before. The subtle wrinkles that frame your eyes, most likely from how your eyes crinkle when you smile, how your eyes seem to shine in the sunlight. How soft your lips look… have they always looked that kissable?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Um, Stan…” Your voice cuts through his thoughts as you wonder why he has yet to let go of you.

Stan quickly pulls away, clearing his throat. He turns away from you, trying to hide the flush across his cheeks. “L-Let’s wrap up this hole, I’m sure the kids are waiting for us.” He quickly tries to change the subject, hoping you don’t question why he was holding onto you for so long.

“Sure…” You say with a nod, walking back over to putt the ball in the hole but you end up missing again, cursing under your breath as your mind is stuck on the events that just unraveled.

Stan ends up winning your bet at the end, narrowly by one point, the one point you could have made had it not been for your brain turning to mush at reminder of the feeling of Stan’s strong arm wrapped around your middle, the scent of his woodsy, most likely cheap cologne, and his brown eyes staring back at you.

-

After finishing up at the golf course, Stan drove you and the girls to a nearby taco joint to grab dinner. The tension from earlier still lingered in the air, but the two of you tried to brush it off as best as you could since the kids were around.

Once you order the food, the girls spy a claw machine in the corner, and after laying the puppy dog eyes on thick, Mabel was able to get some change that Stan was able to scrounge up and made a beeline over to hopefully win a pig plush that looked like Waddles. That left you and Stan alone for the first time since the golf course, the two of you staring anywhere but each other.

“So do you and Ford have any plans of where you’ll go next once Mabel and Dipper leave for the summer?” You decide to break the ice, asking the first question that comes to mind as you toy with the gemstone on your necklace. Stan finally glanced up at you, watching you fiddle with the gemstone. He had picked up on your anxious habit of messing with it after a few of your fights with Ford, pacing around the hallways of the Mystery Shack with it in your fingers.

“Not a clue. Usually we just go wherever the sails take us though Ford is pulled to places where all sorts of weird stuff happens like a magnet.” Stan comments with a shrug. You tilt your head, “Is there anywhere you’d like to visit specifically?” Stan blinks, not really having thought about it. Truthfully, this past year, anywhere was fine with Stan as long as it was with Ford.

“I dunno, I think a lot of places in Europe are too hoity-toity for me. Especially France, ugh.” Stan shudders at the thought, “I’m more of a tropical kinda guy. Beaches and babes, ya know?” Stan lets out a hearty chuckle.

You smile in amusement, “Babes, huh? Any luck finding a lady during your travels?” Stan’s chest deflates almost comically, fiddling with his thumbs, “Well, you see…” The elaborate tale he was about to tell gets stuck in his throat as the food arrives, being dumped in front of the two of you. 

“You were saying?” You say, eyebrow quirking as you grab a taco.

Stan puts his hands up in defeat, “Alright, the closest I got was a siren that Ford had to drag me away from before she took my soul.” You let out a laugh of disbelief, taking a bite from your food, “So Stan Pines is not the suave playboy I thought he was?” Stan shakes his head, “Afraid not, sweetheart. Sorry to disappoint.”

The pet name rolls off his tongue and he doesn’t even realize it, but you do. Your cheeks feel warm, and you can’t believe the butterflies that seem to erupt in your stomach. You almost choke on your taco, but swallow it down. 

Oh.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Y/N, look at the plushies we got!” Mabel runs up to the table, her arms full of plushies as Grenda and Candy follow behind her. Just when you hope that Mabel’s presence will save you from the weird, fuzzy feelings you should not be feeling towards your ex’s twin brother, it ends up making it worse. 

“Grunkle Stan, could you move over to the other side of the booth so Grenda, Candy and I can sit next to each other? It’ll be easier to share the nachos that way.” Mabel asks. An innocent request, Stan obliges, slipping out of the booth and sliding next to you. The three girls pile into the opposite side of the booth, and Mabel proceeds to show off each stuffed animal along with their name and a brief backstory.

Stan and you are too enthralled by Mabel’s show and tell to notice her high fiving her friends briefly underneath the table for a mission accomplished today.

-

The sun had finally set by the time you arrived back at the Mystery Shack, a bag of food in your hand to bring to Ford as an olive branch. You descend down the stairs of the basement, but Ford is nowhere to be found. Instead, you find a note next to a plate of cookies.

‘My apologies again for today - I will uphold my promise next time to not justify my actions and only provide additional detail when asked.

I will be spending some time with Fiddleford for the rest of the day. 

P.S - The baked goods were not made by me so they are safe to consume.’

You chuckle, shaking your head. 

Looks like Ford had the same idea to offer an olive branch.

You write a note, letting Ford know about the food before taking the plate of cookies up the stairs with you, heading straight to the kitchen to put away the food. Stan catches you on the way there, glancing at the bag of food still in your hand, “Where’s Poindexter?”

“He’s visiting Fiddleford, he left an apology note and gave me these cookies.” You explain, placing the food inside the fridge. Stan sucks in air through his teeth, eyeing the cookies, “I wouldn’t eat those sweetheart if you care about your safety.”

There’s that damn pet name again.

“It’s fine, Ford didn’t make them. He made that very clear.” You chuckle, putting down the plate before grabbing a cookie yourself.

“Hey, uh, since the kids are busy, I was wondering if you’d wanna watch a movie with me in the living room. If you don’t have plans to watch more of your memories or nothing for the evening.” Stan asks, scratching his chin.

It was a clear choice between trying to watch another heart-wrenching memory to watching a movie. 

Stan decided to show you the Duchess Approves after you had mentioned you had never heard of it. There wasn’t enough room on the arm chair so you sat on the floor next to Stan, and spent the rest of the evening listening to his animated reactions and grinning as he passionately presented his ideas for a sequel.

The two of you turn in for the evening once the movie finishes, but not before you give Stan a sudden hug, thanking him again for helping you take your mind off things for a day. Stan awkwardly pats your back, stiff against your arms while his heart is beating through his chest so hard he’s worried he may have a heart attack right there.

As you lay on the air mattress, staring at the ceiling, you can’t help but hope that things work out for the best. 

That Ford will make amends for the pain he caused and show he has changed. 

That you can find a way to forgive Ford. 

That you both can heal from the past, having at least an amicable relationship. 

That you get to keep the people you have met through him in your life.

Your eyes slowly become heavy, finally closing as you slip into a deep sleep.

-

A sudden knock at the door startles you from your sleep, eyeing the door cautiously.

Not knowing who may be outside the door, you grab a baseball bat that you had kept by your bedside and approach the door.

“Who’s there?” You call out but there is no answer.

Instead, a letter is pushed through the door crack and you can barely make out the sound of footsteps retreating.

Putting down the bat, you grab the envelope, quickly opening it to read its contents. 

‘Hey Stan,

I hope you’re hanging in there, I know from your last letter you were on the move again, but hopefully things work out in New Mexico!

Sorry that it took so long to write you back, it’s truthfully been a really tough month. Ford’s pretty much buried in his work, our friend who’s been helping Ford with his research has been pretty anxious nowadays. Hopefully the sooner Ford wraps up his project, everyone will be less on edge.

But I saw your latest commercial on TV the other night, I really hope this new product takes off!

I really hope one day you can make it out to Oregon, and you and Ford can catch up and mend things. I know you aren’t ready to talk to him yet, but I honestly think he could use you. He’s pretty wound up, and nothing I really say or do is helping…

Anyways, I know you really don’t like it, but I sent some money and a few of those scratch cards I know you like. Just a little something to keep you steady until you get back on your feet.

Wishing you the best with your latest business venture!

Sincerely,

Y/N.’

Stan shoots up in bed, a cold sweat coating his body, running his hand through his gray hair. 

“Holy shit.”

[alejandro-ask]

hiya major, a lil rookie here

wanted to ask if you know the name of this one lieutenant I've been trying to name? during training they looked very scary and sometimes deranged, but they use little emojis on their blogs too I think. I forgot their name lol. And I think they have this pet wombat too, because I see it often with with that certain lieutenant too

they're in the 141, and maybe you're not the right person to ask, but I have nobody else to turn to so yeah

thanks, mj , you da best :)

— rookie boy anon (hehe)

Hola, little rookie! I always love when you show up around here.

Sorry, I don’t remember exactly who is this exact lieutenant are... hay tantos del 141 que aparecen aquí that it’s hard to keep track. Pero déjame decirte sobre los que gusto

First, there’s Lieutenant Judas @judas-askblog . He’s a chill guy, súper tranquilo, and if I’m not wrong, he’s got some pets too. Bien buena persona.

Then there’s Spirit, or Donna @justradiospirit. She’s a Navy lieutenant, not from the 141, pero she’s really cool. No sé mucho de ella, but definitely someone you’d want to have around.

Sgt. Reaper @sgt-reaper is next. He’s more serious, ¿sabes? A bit less frequent por aquí because he’s always super busy. High demand, workaholic, pero es muy confiable and gets the job done.

Now, Treble Trouble @callsign-trebletrouble. She’s not officially from the 141, pero tiene un trabajo increíble. She’s contracted to help with surveillance and intelligence for high-risk ops. A real badass, y siempre está aquí. She’s súper nice, really funny, and honestly, she makes me laugh so hard I cry. Love her.

Then we have Jeanz, or Whisper @jeanzoriley-cod. ¡Dios mío, esta mujer es increíble! She’s amazing at what she does and honestly the best. She’s got some romantic stuff going on if you like gossip (with Rudy jajajajaj) . But let me tell you, she’s terrifying when she needs to be—so good at sneaking up on people that you’d be dead before you even knew she was there. She also LOVES to drink, so if you want to get on her good side, bring the good stuff. (prupru:(pru pru: she also writes fanfictions that make me gliggle and sway my feet, curl my hair when i read, is really so good is just ksjsjghudahguewgb) "

Private 141, or Bunny, or Ari @ask-private-141. She’s a private who also does medic work. Súper cute, really active, and so fun to interact with. Neta, I adore her.

And then there’s Sunshine Medic @ask-sunshine-medic. What can I say? She’s amazing. Really fun, super cool, and just a ray of sunshine. We always have so much fun together. She’s from the 141 too, and honestly, she’s one of my favorite people here, heard she's scaring on the field and really experiente, but never got to see it.

Finally, my brother in everything but blood, my right hand, @las-almas-border-patrol. ¡Este sí es el mero mero! This is the guy I’d die for, kill for, stalk for, kidnap for, and maybe even do drugs for. Be nice to him, ¿okay? He’s always here, loves to hang out, and seriously, give him all the love you can. ( pru pru: plus, Teebs IS SUCH A NICE PERSON, MAN GIVE THEM LOVE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

So, rookie, any chance the person estás procurando és one of these legends? Let me know, porque todos ellos son pura calidad. (Hey! prupru here, i wanted to give this ask a little bit more attention, because im really happy and proud that i can Rp and share annon, and in character with these amazing people, those are only the ones im more close with, but there are SO MUCH MORE is amazing i would like to especially thank @ghost-askblog for re-starting this trend, i followed them ever since day 3 and in only 2 weeks this rpg comunity IS SO HUGE and so funny, i love you all i did not mention it because is kinda obvious but all the non oc characters (besides Teebs, because i HAD to mention them, 80% of my rp is with them, lol thank you all very much and if you would like to share an rp i would love to know who is this person you talked about and about you too! sorry for the LOOOOOOOONG text, took me my two lunch breaks (1 from school and the other in my 8 hour shift TwT)

[sweetzscore]

What if I fakeposted about my ocs. What then

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Sometimes I just black out and talk about doctor who a lot too

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Ive had girlfriends before which is really weird because I am the most idiotic loser ever. Bitch what do you see in me

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I’m very publicly intersex and my favourite thing about this is that I am a high schooler and my classmates get rlly confused all the time and its so funny

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I like to ask them why they’re so interested in my dick (or lack thereof) and they usually just combust or something

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high schoolers are very invasive an insensitive so I like to give them the funniest answers possible

I once told a kid that when I was born they asked me if I wanted a dick or a vag and I couldn’t decide so they gave me one of those multicolour pens where you click down the things to get the new colour

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That. Is the best thing I have ever heard

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Vent under the cut

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Fuckin got you didn’t I

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Go fuck yourself

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Don’t mind if I do

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There’s something wrong with both of you

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>be me

>have a crush on a guy

>guy likes someone else

>other guy is homophobic, used to be my friend but dropped me when I came out

>dont have the heart to tell my crush

Hes gonna get his heart broken either way and like :((( UGHH i just want him to like me

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Yeah Im real sorry abt that Val :(

A little off topic but I didn’t know you had a crush?

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Haha nope. No crush here. I dont have any crushes nosireee

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Actually @:reedinthemarsh isn’t my boyfriend he’s my wife

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When did we get married also when did I transition???

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GELP???

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[edenfenixblogs]

hope you dont mind me sending an ask being a total stranger and all, i just don't wanna bother op of that post

fd does bring up the fact kendrick is a BHI/hotep briefly, specifically that that's great ammo for a beef because to most people the bhi/hoteps are considered weird and embarrassing and would be insanely easy to make fun of in a beef (at least according to most black people I've spoken with & fd himself), but also he believes that drake probably doesn't even really grasp what they are because he's distanced himself in such a specific way from the black community (and arguably jewish community as well, though i think fd only kinda alludes to it) in a really specific way- BUT, that it was an evolution, he started out in a very odd cultural position where he was ostracized for simultaneously recieving antiblackness from white & jewish communities he was a part of but also seen as "not black enough" by many black people (and it's still a bullshit take people will have)

that desire to fit in is what led him down a shitty road, but also drake already clearly had some clearly terrible behaviors already. he talks about how kendrick was being unhinged too and isnt necessarily one to talk

overall the video is more about the music history behind it and the connection between it and the current culture, and just kinda what led to this climate that could want the downfall of drake

i dont know if i agree on drake not knowing about BHIs, though i could believe he doesnt with how he really weirdly constantly codeswitches even wrt jewishness, but imho fd doesnt like to touch on areas where he really cannot speak to the experience, he's said as much in the past, so he only speaks very briefly of the black perspective of how hoteps are goofy as hell

sorry for rambling, im really into music, think fd did the video well although i dont agree with all his opinions, and just wanted to articulate it correctly that it's really more about the musical climate than anything else :)

I don’t mind this message at all!!! In fact, I’m so grateful for it!

This is all really good info. I would believe that Drake didn’t know about BHI, tbh. I didn’t know about it until a couple years ago when Ice Cube (who I grew up loving 😭😭😭) did some heinous shit awhile ago and I was like “Why did my man come for us Jews what the fuck??”

And then a mutual told me about BHI and I looked up. And found a whole new group of people who hate, dehumanize and erase us. 🙃🙃🙃🙃

I mean, theoretically, maybe Drake may have had more exposure to it as a Black and Jewish man. His mere existence makes him more of a target for people invested in that kind of ideology. But also, I do and always have very much gotten the sense that he was ostracized from much of the black community for his Jewishness and mixed race reasons—not due any specific issue in the black community, but just because people are always dicks to people who don’t neatly fit into social categories in expected ways. I can also see how being a Black rapper in white-passing Jewish circles could have been very uncomfortable if those white-passing Jews were inclined to tokenize or exclude him. So it’s possible to me that his bilateral isolation might have insulated him from BHI discourse.

Tbh I don’t think code switching is weird in almost any circumstance. It’s just a development in reaction to your environment. I have a really multiethnic and multicultural family and code switch all the time. I think if it seems weird when Drake does it, it might just be because he has not developed (and tbh should never have had to develop) a strong sense of what “version” of Drake he is supposed to be. So when he tries to read the room and meet expectations, be just does it badly. But it’s not his fault in the long run. It is fault of people who expect him to fit those expectations in the first place.

I respect the hell outta fd for staying in his lane and only speaking on what he understands. And with this context I’m glad he brings up BHI at all. Because it *is* relevant. Being Black and Jewish ANYWHERE are both identities that permeate every single element of someone’s lived experience. When dealing with a beef between people where one is Black and Jewish and the other is Black and attempts to usurp Jewishness by re-categorizing it historically and racially…the cultural friction at play is absolutely relevant.

I’m sure it isn’t the whole story or even likely to be the most important factor in their beef. But it is definitely A factor and it wouldn’t have been right to leave it undressed. Especially when the beef took off as antisemitism more broadly was on the rise due to current events.

I am glad to know that most people still see BHI as a goody ideology. There’s still wayyy too many people who believe it, though. I’ve lived with the consequences of their hatred for white-passing Jews for several months now and it is…unpleasant. But mostly it’s heartbreaking. I grew up listening to Ice Cube. I used to cite James Baldwin. I adored Alice Walker. And finding out that they hate me one by one was devastating. But the worst part has been OTHER BHI folks using their words to justify their own hatred of me and all Jews like me while simultaneously making me feel like I was harming them in some way just by existing.

I want to be clear that I do not and never have believed that most black people believe BHI bullshit. I’m only saying that it was a shock to me the sheer number of people who DO believe it and how vehemently they hold that belief and direct that vehement *emotion* directly at me. It’s really good for me to know that people who aren’t Jewish are publicly speaking out against BHI bullshit. It restores a lot of hope for me.

So ok. I’m back on the “maybe I’ll watch in a little bit when I’m less raw” train. I also love music, even though I’m certainly not up to date on it. So I’m intrigued to know more about the musical landscape of what’s going on.

Thanks again!

[shima-draws]

how did u get into sanlu/lusan ???! im ever so grateful u did bc oohohhoho my god, ur sanlu content FEEDS MEEE 🤞‼️

It’s funny you ask that bc I kinda already answered that with the last ask?? LOL

TLDR basically it’s become almost habit at this point to ship my favorite characters together (if they are compatible ofc) and Sanji and Luffy ended up becoming my favorites after watching OP for a bit so. It was inevitable 😂

I actually started out as a Zolu shipper (I still am just to a lesser degree now!) so really I think it began there—when I get into something I usually scour the AO3 tags for fics so I was on the hunt for some good Zolu writing. Zosan, being the most popular ship in the fandom (according to AO3 stats with over 10k fics. Holy shit) was also often included with Zolu fics making it a poly ship, so I was like oh hell yeah? I’m totally on board with that. So I got to see a lot of really fun dynamics with the three of them, and I started to get invested in the Sanlu side of things. As this was happening I was also watching OP at the same time and Sanji was quickly rocketing up my list of faves to take one of the top spots (Luffy had already become a favorite from the get go). And my brain was just like

so I was like okay alright. Considering. And then after that I was fucking DONE for. They got me in a vice grip and rotted my brain so thoroughly that I’m utterly ruined for any other Luffy or Sanji ships now. I can even pinpoint the EXACT date it happened bc I posted about it lmao here’s my “realizing Sanlu is the ship of all time” post from early December, the day my life changed forever /j

Anyway they just have a really good dynamic and me being the idiot I was decided not to blacklist spoiler tags so I kept seeing stuff about WCI and how it was THE Sanlu arc so that probably doomed me even further. An arc focusing on my favorite characters and their very not homoromantic relationship with each other? I started binging OP nonstop just so I could speedrun to WCI and this was back when I was on like. Episode 300 something. I was soooo impatient I was desperate to get to WCI as fast as possible so I could Suffer LMAO

So um yeah the Sanlu hyperfixation has me by the throat and doesn’t plan on letting me go anytime soon. Sorry for the rant. I can’t shut up about them Ever

[mwagneto]

hi sorry may i ask what happened with the user with the young lenin screenshot ? if you dont want to explain dw its fine im just curious and confused

oh i phrased the caption too vaguely, the person in the screenshot is just a rando that added something stupid onto an existing post, the op of that post is the one that has me blocked

under the cut is my impassionate recounting of some stupid ass tumblr drama from ages ago that noone should reignite and PLEASE DONT GO BULLY OP none of this matters in any way and it's been many many years. anyway

cw for brief mentions of homophobia and strange behaviour towards minors

op of the post (gaud) was involved in some stupid drama ages ago that consisted of ppl calling them out for homophobia (kinda warranted but eh), soliciting explicit drawings and fanfic from minors (which did happen, they didn't target minors specifically but their following was mostly made up of minors), and ebegging for rent money which they then spent on champagne. what makes the last thing even funnier is that they did this by eating a ton of crayons on a livestream. they mostly got flack for this coz like i said earlier most of their followers were minors and thus most of the ppl donating were (or were assumed to be) minors. and also coz they didn't spend the money on what they said they would. and also coz they filmed themselves eating crayons on stream.

now in hindsight these callouts mainly happened because people found them annoying and wanted a reason to hate them like i do think these all deserve criticism but also lowkey who gives a shit. this is tumblr. i still think they're annoying but the whole callout was very much a product of its time coz everyone was obsessed with doing callouts back then. OH EDIT. ALSO. someone made an anti gaud blocklist lmfaooo i did not make it on there despite literally being blocked by gaud for posting abt the drama. but whatever. thats fine. i dont even care. whatever. sniffles. shuffles feet. whatever. kicks rock

im not saying what they did was ok or wasn't ok im saying i don't care at all coz i go outside now and usually if i see their posts i just scroll past coz i love having fun and i don't like getting annoyed but the addition i posted made me laugh really hard. i cant even decide what's funnier someone (especially someone insinuating they're a communist) confusing stalin and lenin or someone genuinely thinking young lenin is sexually appealing. anyway sorry to everyone who read this you could've used this space in your mind for many many better things but now it's gonna have this in there instead

[osamusbigtits]

you know what actually. i did NOT stop thinking about your sunaosakomo post because i am unhealthily obsessed, and also because I've had nothing to do today which means i was sooo free to obsess over your post. so now i am o so deeply sorry op but you will receive an ask of me talking about osasnkm 😞 this could be very long so im sorry in advance

SO motoya only appears as an ordinary person when put in a context where the terms of comparison are osasuna, because cmon, that guy prob grew up in an environment where he got told to behave politely (be quite) and has always probably felt like he could never really express anything about him but. imagine when he meets sunaosa and they do NOT hide anything about themselves. imagine how mind-blowing that could have been for him cmonn like the guy was not ready to meet people with no filter and no shame about it. he falls in love immediately. and no one understands

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG PLEASE IM SORRYYY YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ IT

no you're so right. like meeting suna for the first time, he was like "wow, this weirdo won't shut up" but then it's like. he sees sunaosa together and they seem so... free. and he longs for that. he wants to be open and show the world who he is. and he doesn't know how they do it! he doesn't know how to do it.

and he kinda watches and tries to sneak in on them being. we'll, weird. and eventually suna just, scoops him up. takes him in.

and eventually, motoya gets weird with him. he still has reservations in the public eye, but when he's alone with these two, yeah he's free. he's himself.

and then he's like "oh god oh fuck, I love them" and sunaosa think theyve been dating motoya the whole time and motoya just wanted to take things really slow to ease himself in. so that's a silly conversation they have.

but yeah no, motoya loves seeing the two weirdos because he's like oh, I can be weird!

[russellius]

hello! i know you post a lot of george photos and im kinda new here - what's the protocol on using photos you find on tumblr for edits and web weaves? i know some people are very protective of their photo edits but they also didn't take the photos, the photographers did... so i am just wondering what is the etiquette here. thank you and thanks for posting the most devastating photos of george!

hi! i'm gonna be honest, since the images i use for my edits/web weaves i track down and post myself - so i don't really use images posted by others - this hasn't really crossed my mind!

i also don't browse the fandom enough to know if there's an etiquette or something others tend to follow 🙁 but i'd say if you don't want to bother with the credit stuff, first just try to search for the original photos and edit them for your own web weave etc. idk for others, but in my posts 99% of the time you'll find the photographer credited [pics are usually from getty, motorsportimages or alamy], or the link to the original post, partly for this reason as well.

but honestly, if you find an image, like it, and transform it enough for your own edit, i doubt the op would care too much. if you feel like that's an edited image already, or something you haven't seen posted anywhere else, ask them if they can send you the original photo for an edit/web weave, or if they want to be credited in the post etc, because like you said, everyone has different preferences. some will want to be credited, others won't mind if you use their stuff. my web weaves also tend to be quite lengthy, but if you are using only a few images, crediting the few original posters wouldn't be too time-consuming :)

i know it's a difficult thing, because yeah of course the photos belong to the photographers, so i often feel shitty enough for spamming them on here lol, but at the same time, people do work a lot on running these blogs, finding the best shots, posting and editing them, so it's understandable they are a little protective of their content.

i'm sorry i couldn't be of much help! 😭 but thank you for your kind words, glad you like the blog!

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

Annoying anon here! Had a few questions so i thought i would send them together, you can answer the ones you want (or none of course)

- how long did it take for Ghost and riot to get together? Relationship wise and merely comfortable in the other's presence

- do you think realistically there would/could possibly be conflict in the sense that one of them is ready to settle down and the other isn't/isn't yet?

- which one is more reckless? Which one is more possible to be in a very VERY bad situation? (Could be impulsive or because of a teammate)

- i know they're both stubborn, but which one is at a most disadvantage because of their pride (very similar to the last question)

Anyways I'm off for a shower and there could be more questions arriving from it (shower thoughts am i right)

Thank you for your work! (I sound like a middle aged man i swear im not)

You're not annoying <3 I love your asks, hun!! Really!!

1 - Well, my fic starts January 2023 (I don't say the exact date but... let's say mid January) and it took them a whole week and a half to start hanging out alone to smoke (of course it was a coincidence lol lol... yeah sure). So comfortable in each other's (silent) presence, soon enough. I think Ghost was thankful for someone less rambuctious as Soap, and Gaz, as lovely as he is, is determined to make him more social so... And Riot was thankful that he didn't pry like the others.

Now, relationship wise, current chapter (the op in Spain) is June or July 2023 and they're just starting having physical touch here and there. I don't think they'd be 'together' in a physical sense until Late August or September. And between first kiss and actual sex it'll take about three weeks or a month, so... They're very slow lmao i'm sorry

2 - Oh, absolutely. I write constantly how they advance a step and sometimes they go back two or three. Ghost's PTSD is better managed in the sense that he's been suffering it longer, and although he is not fine, he is slightly better than her. That doesn't mean he doesn't spiral sometimes. Her spiraling is often more apparent because her PTSD is fresher. Right at the point where they are (I'm writing) he is kinda stable (until the nightmare) and she was slowly trying to get out of her shell. Holding hands, sitting closer, touching each other, now sharing a room. Their own self-doubt and feeling that they are not deserving of anything good is what screws them over.

In the (nearer than you think) future, when there is talk about the officiality of it... surprisingly enough, they get to an agreement soon.

3 - Definitely Riot. She is careful if she's leading or has people under her command. If she's working alone she's less careful about her own wellbeing, the only thing important is getting the mission done. (More or less like Ghost, but Price has forced Ghost to accept that he has people waiting for him). It'd be a conflict soon, in a couple of chapters. Add to that, that she'd never leave anyone behind, and lives with the shame about what happened to Phoenix Squad, and she'll do anything to atone, even if rationally, it wasn't her fault

4 - Definitely Ghost. I follow the comic canon, I just adapted it slightly, so his childhood is canon, Roba, etc. For me, Ghost had an unhealthy childhood with a horrible father who abused his family, abused his mother, his brother, him. He was beaten into thinking any kind of emotional state was unmanly, asking for help was for the weak. So he is extremely proud in the sense that he'd never ask for help, no matter about what.

He only concedes with Price. If he absolutely need someone... he'd go to Price. Price is his rock, his anchor. Price won't judge him. Price is the only one that saw him at his worst, after Roba, saw him in the deepest hole known to man, and stayed. Never turned his back on him. So Ghost's absolutely loyalty is to Price and will listen to him over anyone, including Riot (not that she'd go against Price in any case but you get my meaning)

[asexual-spongebob]

The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 7

(dividers are by cafekitsune) Chapter Notes:

Hi sorry for not updating for awhile!

I had trouble writing my original idea for this chapter and ended up changing it the other idea I had. I was also battling writers block :( and I was also dealing with some personal issues and poor mental health

BUT IM BACK NOW >:3 also sorry that this is kinda short. also warning this is kinda unhinged and goofy, I was in goofy and unhinged mood while writing this. oh the ““TIME FOR TURBO SPEED” quote is actually based one from an episode of the show (the quote it’s based on is from “the sunfish” episode)

Chapter seven

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Shellington sat at his desk as he stared at his glass of water, very bored.

He flicked his paw to on side, but then something unexpected happened.

The water had moved with a flick of his paw, Shellington backed out from his desk did I do that? Shellington asked himself looking around the room.

I need to show this to Kwazii and Peso! 

•••

Shellington, Peso and Kwazii sat at the table in the kitchen “I just learned that I can do this!” Shellington beamed as he levitated water out of his glass “I’ll be a sea monkey’s uncle, that is so cool!” Kwazii complimented.

“Thanks Kwazii!” Shellington chirped “Shellington found this bottle while diving, he thought you might like it!” Peso beamed, handing Kwazii the bottle “hm… I wonder what’s inside” Kwazii remarked as he pulled the cork.

“A treasure map!” Kwazii cheered, doing a little dance “let’s go find this treasure chest me hearties!” Kwazii added, backflipping out of the chair, Shellington and Peso following his lead.

Shellington, Peso and Kwazii made it down to the launch bay, “where are y’all going?” Tweak asked “we’re gonna go find some treasure!” Kwazii answered “okay have fun! Just make sure that you don’t crash the gups! Also make sure to keep your paws off the wheel, Shellington.” Tweak advised, Shellington giving her a thumbs up in response.

“Alright mateys, it says we have to follow this path!” Kwazii smiled, following the path of seaweed “are you sure this is safe? What if we get stuck?” Peso murmured nervously “we’ll be fine” Kwazii assured in a  calm tone.

“Wait a minute um-“ Kwazii mumbled “shiver me whiskers! We’re stuck!” Kwazii exclaimed “see? I told you!” Peso retorted “how are we gonna get unstuck?” Kwazii asked “let’s go out there and see. Hopefully it’s an easy fix!” Shellington suggested “good idea!” Kwazii replied.

The three swam outside of the gup, “oh wow- that’s bad-“. Shellington remarked at the amount of kelp stuck, hoping to not get his tail stuck in it too. “shiver me whiskers- THIS IS BAD.” Kwazii exclaimed, Peso didn’t say anything, other then letting out a small gasp “time to sound the Octo-Alert.” Peso finally said.

•••

“Come in Peso” Captain Barnacles commanded “we’re in a bit of trouble here- We got stuck when we were trying to find a treasure chest” Peso explained “okay we’ll be on our way!” Captain Barnacles responded.

Shellington, Peso and Kwazii stood in awkward silence until Captain Barnacles and Tweak arrived, “is it broken?” Kwazii asked as Tweak took a closer look “no, just some seaweed is stuck that’s all, it’s an easy fix!” she assured, soon fixing the issue.

“Thank you!”  Kwazii called, the three waving goodbye.

•••

“This is taking forever…” Kwazii grumbled “TIME FOR TURBO SPEED” Kwazii added “no Kwazii!” Shellington replied, remembering when Kwazii put the gup-c on turbo speed, 

“It’s gonna be okay matey. Trust me.” Kwazii assured “just hold on tight. This is gonna get bumpy.” Kwazii warned .

•••

“Okay, we are finally here” Kwazii panted, trying to catch its breath “that was a wild ride-“ Shellington remarked “please never do that again Kwazii.” Peso said, Kwazii shook his head in response.

“Alrighty time to dig up this treasure chest!” Kwazii declared as he found the x that marked the spot, after a bit of digging Kwazii finally found it and did a little victory dance.

Kwazii proceeded to open it, Peso and Shellington stood close by, glancing over Kwazii’s shoulder’s, inside of the chest was ancient coins, small jewels, some sea glass and a ship in a bottle.

Some of the coins had tarnish, some looked newer then others. The ship in a bottle looked very old, it had to be at least fifty. The small jewels shimmered, along with the old sea glass.

Kwazii, Peso and Shellington took a few coins, some small jewels and one piece of sea glass each before burying the chest again, heading back home. 

[crossover-enthusiast]

Im sorry if I'm bothering you at all these are kinda back to back to back asks but I am. So bored and the thoughts are relentless

I can totally see OP Rad and Garcia arguing about the whole sacrifice incident like

"You can't fight Richard."

"Why not?"

"You won't win."

"How do you know?"

"You couldn't kill an unarmed, still 14 year old."

"For the last- I WAS INTERRUPTED BY SOMEONE MY WEIGHT AND SIZE."

"Because you hesitiated."

"I can assure you I did NOT."

I really wanna draw something but I'm. Here. >:/

BAHAH

Also yeah I'd have to agree with Rad he tried VERY hard to kill Robert

Also I don't mind the back to back asks they are neat and this is great

[viceroywrites]

deja vu - part seven (ford)

planning out your road trip through the pacific northwest, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the town of gravity falls.

little did you know that this town held more memories than you could have possibly imagined.

too bad you didn't remember any of them.

stan x fem!reader / ford x fem!reader

choose your own adventure / contains fluff and angst (w/ happy ending)

part six | part eight

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The ambient sounds of the Mystery Shack on a weekend were quite serene.

The sound of Abuelita’s telenovelas playing in the background, the creaking of the worn wood floors each time the younger set of Pines twins walked across their room, the top popping off a can of Pitt Cola before Stan takes a loud sip. 

Thankfully, the layers of dirt and concrete muffled the sounds of bickering that echoed through the basement that would quickly unravel the calm atmosphere upstairs. The  raised voices barely audible through the vending machine that sits in the gift shop.

You were on your fourth day of watching back your memories with Ford. To say it was a rollercoaster each day was an understatement. It was a 50/50 toss up on how the day would end. Half the days you and Ford would end up not talking to each other until the next day. The other half, you felt yourself getting closer to him, gracious for his presence and adding more clarity to the scenes that played before you. 

Today was an example of the former, your arms crossed over your chest after asking Ford to pause the tape after a particularly nasty fight the two of you had just played.

“Y/N, your interpretation of what I said was completely off-base.” Ford snaps, getting a bit defensive despite his promise that he would not try to defend his actions this time around. He couldn’t help himself, his mind defaulting to the logic that made the most sense to him. 

Old habits tend to die hard, it seems, when it comes to your dynamic with Ford.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know there were multiple ways to interpret you telling me that I was clueless. Please enlighten me.” You say with a sardonic tone, your expression sour. These past few days, it has started to dawn on you that Ford’s knowledge was somewhat limited in the emotional department. 

Ford pinches the bridge of his nose, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“Listen, if you just give me a chance to explain myself, what I meant to say was that you were clueless in the sense that you didn’t understand what I was up against at the time. I wasn’t commenting on your intelligence.” Ford attempts to assuage the impact of his words.

“Stanford, how is that any better?” You throw your hands up in frustration, “I knew you felt like you had the weight of the world on your shoulders, but that doesn’t excuse you taking it out on others, the very people trying to help you!”

“I didn’t ask for you to help me! It was your choice to give up your dream job back then! I didn’t need you!” A flurry of biting words leave Ford’s mouth before he can think about the consequences and if he truly even meant what he was saying. 

‘Fine, I don’t need your help!’

‘I don’t need you! I don’t need anyone!’

Those phrases echoed over and over in your head the past few days, sending you right back to the foggy memory of what you had surmised to be your last interaction with Ford. 

“Then what’s the point of me being here, Ford? If you didn’t need me then, you clearly don’t need me now.” You ask, about to turn your heel to head upstairs.

Your own ego would not allow you to just stand there taking Ford’s harsh words, and you had learned over the last few days that sometimes you had to choose your battles with the stubborn intellectual.  

Ford freezes at your response, the weight of your words hitting him like a bucket of cold water washing over him. 

The words you uttered were eerily similar to the exact words you had uttered when you left him thirty years ago.

‘Then what’s the point of me being here, Ford? Let me just get out of your way then.’ 

His hand reaches out, just like it did all those years ago, grasping your wrist firmly. You turn to look back at Ford, about to snatch your hand away, but the familiarity of this scene stops you.

You’ve been here before, haven’t you?

Old habits do die hard.

“I-I’m sorry.” Ford says, “I didn’t mean what I said..”

“Then why say it?” You ask, hurt evident in your tone. “Why ask me to come with you all those years ago to Oregon if you didn’t need me?”

“Because… I did need you. It’s just my pride got in the way, I wanted to do it on my own. The concept of asking for help was hard enough and I didn’t want to feel useless to you… in the past, I had to be pushed to a breaking point to ask. Even then… I had a hard time accepting help, believing that I had all the answers.” Ford rambled out in the best words he could find at the moment to explain himself.

You needed a moment to digest his explanation, still needing time to work through the pain his words had caused in the first place.

“Mind if we call it for today? I know we only got through four hours of memories but I just need some time to think it over, Ford.” You ask, hastily pulling your hand away from Ford’s grasp.

Despite being in such a rush to get your memories back a few days prior, you were at your limit already for today. 

Ford’s hand falls limp at his side, admitting defeat. Despite his stubbornness, he knew it was not optimal timing to be insisting you push onward especially when he was on thin ice in regards to how you felt about him at the moment, “Very well, let me know if you change your mind.”

After making your way up the staircase, you push against the vending machine door, closing it behind you. The gift shop is empty, Melody and Soos closing down the Shack for the day to visit her family up in Portland. It was surreal that just a few days ago, this was just a silly tourist trap on the side of the road.

You know you were getting dangerously close to the end of your final fight based on the loose timeline Ford had explained to you and the amount of dreams you had checked off in your journal. You had to admit that you were terrified about how you would feel about Ford at the end of this all, especially after forming bonds with the people who were dearest to him. 

On your way back to your room, you run into Dipper who is on his way out to keep Pacifica company during her shift at Greasy’s. “Oh, are you and Grunkle Ford already done for the day, Y/N?” He asks in surprise. You pause, not knowing what to say. Dipper’s expression morphs into one of concern, “Is everything alright between you and Grunkle Ford, Y/N?”

You let out a sigh before looking down at Dipper, running a thumb over the crease in his brow, “We’re having a bit of a disagreement so to speak, but we’ll work our way through it. Don’t worry too much about it, Dipper, go enjoy your day.” 

Dipper nods in understanding, waiting for you to slip back into your room before texting his sister.

‘Grunkle Ford’s having trouble in the romance department. Think Y/N’s mad at him.’

The sound of hurried footsteps stomping down the stairs follows soon after Dipper hit send, Mabel clearly in the middle of changing before receiving the text as her upper half is a sweater and the bottom half is still in pajama pants.

“You know you could have waited until after you finished changing to come down.” Dipper chuckled but he was quickly silenced by Mabel grasping his cheeks and squeezing them together. “Matters of the heart will always take priority! What happened?

“I dunno, I just ran into Y/N and she said that they were having a bit of a disagreement.” Dipper explained, using air quotations to emphasize his point, “But I’m guessing Grunkle Ford and her got into a fight over a past memory, kinda like how Grunkle Stan wouldn’t talk to Great Uncle Ford for like a day whenever he would remember something from their past fights.”

“Oh jeez, Great Uncle Ford… he’s so smart but he really sucks in the emotional department.” Mabel sighs, shaking her head. “I’ll see if I can bug him into spilling the details. Mind getting…”

“‘I was wrong’ flowers? Way ahead of you.” Dipper mutters, writing down a reminder for himself before adjusting the lumberjack hat that sits atop his head, “How do I look, by the way?”

Mabel’s eyes assess her brother up and down before snagging the hat off his head, fingers extending out to comb through the messy hair. “Lose the hat.” She pauses for a second before a wide grin spreads across her features, “Wait, aren’t you seeing Pacifica today?”

Dipper’s eyes widen, a red hue forming at his cheeks before he quickly snatches his hat back, running out the door before Mabel can start her relentless teasing. Mabel makes a beeline to the vending machine in the gift shop, pressing the buttons on it to gain access to the basement below. 

Meanwhile, Ford is pacing back and forth, stroking his chin in contemplation. “What could I have said differently? Was it how I phrased it? Perhaps my tone?” Once you had left up the stairs, Ford had spent every second since trying to understand and break down the errors in his current approach to repairing your relationship. His success rate with this method has been only 60% so he needed to understand the flaws within it.

The issue was probability worked best with experiments, not human emotions.

“Great Uncle Ford?” Mabel’s voice shakes Ford out of his ruminations, causing him to pause. Ford answers, “Yes, dear. Is there something wrong? Do you need to use my grappling hook again?” Mabel shakes her head, hopping up on the counter and taking a seat.

“Great Uncle Ford, I’m here to offer some advice. It sounds like you’re having a bit of trouble in the romance department.” Mabel says, glancing over at the machine that played back the memories. Ford blinks in surprise, “What makes you say that? Did Y/N tell you about our quarrel earlier?”

“Well, she told Dipper you guys were having a disagreement when Dipper asked why she wasn’t in the basement.” Mabel admitted, “What did you say?”

“I’m not sure if I should be discussing these matters with you, Mabel.” Ford said with hesitancy, not wanting to unload his relationship history to his fourteen year old grand-niece. Mabel put her hands on her hips and looked at her great uncle with skepticism, “Come on, Great Uncle Ford, think about who realistically you can get relationship advice from.”

Ford ponders his options.

Dipper was a pre-pubescent teen who skipped showering most days and could barely form a sentence when he first met him. 

Fiddleford was divorced and spent most of his time nowadays tinkering with computers and strumming on his banjo.

Stan’s track record includes six ex-wives and called marriage ‘the biggest scam to exist.’

Even if Soos was here and despite him being in a healthy relationship, he would most likely make an analogy to some video game that would go right over Ford’s head.

“Alright, I may have tried to excuse why I called her clueless in a fight we had thirty years ago.” Ford admitted with a sigh of defeat. Mabel stares at Ford for a long time before yelling, “What could possibly excuse that, Great Uncle Ford?!”

Ford winces at the harsh tone, rubbing the back of his neck, “Well, not excuse, per say. I was merely trying to explain to her that when I said she was clueless, I was not implying she was unintelligent. She is far from that. What I meant was that she did not understand the pressure I was going through at the time.” Mabel slaps her forehead, this was going to be way harder than she anticipated.

“Great Uncle Ford, while I’m glad you don’t think she’s an idiot, you pretty much tried to mansplain Y/N’s memories to her.” Mabel says to which Ford blinks owlishly, “What is mansplaining? Is that a new technique for explaining one’s perspective?”

“No, no! Mansplaining is when a man tries to explain something to a woman that she already understands.” Mabel tries to hurriedly explain. Ford nods his head in understanding, “I see, so by doing this mansplaining technique, it resulted in me invalidating her feelings, correct?”

“Exactly… lemme ask you something, Grunkle Ford, when you two would get into fights in the past what would you do to apologize?” Mabel asks. Ford thinks over the question before his shoulders drop, “In all honesty, that’s probably why she left me in the end… I would rarely apologize, sweeping our problems under the rug and forgetting about it the next day so I could focus on my research.”

“Well, that was towards the end, right? How about when you two were in college? Ya know those silly fights couples get into when there’s a miscommunication or someone did something that annoyed the other?” Mabel says, hoping that thinking back to the days before Bill had entered the picture would give her some ideas. 

Ford glanced over at the box of items that you had taken from Fiddleford when you had first arrived, reaching in to grab the polaroid of the two of you. His thumb runs over the worn-out photo, trying to recall how things were before he had gotten too consumed by his quest for knowledge. 

Ford’s knuckles rapped on the door of your dorm, his head hanging down in regret.

Being in a relationship was new found territory for Ford, and unfortunately, studying about the biological responses to attraction did not give him any more knowledge on how to navigate them.

What Ford thought was the two of you exchanging in a dialogue about a common interest was actually him taking over the conversation in excitement and you sitting there in silence before excusing yourself with the excuse of needing to work on an assignment Ford knew wasn’t due for another two weeks. 

Soon after, he went back to his dorm room and consulted with Fiddleford who immediately called out his friend for his error and insisted Ford go over to apologize and offer a peace offering of sorts.

“Like what?”

“I dunno, flowers or somethin’.”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what type of flora she likes, F.”

“Well, it doesn’t have to be flowers. Just somethin’ she likes, S.”

You hear a knock at the door, lounging on your bed on your stomach as you flip through a reading you have for class. Your eyebrow raises since you aren’t expecting company but figure it might be your roommate accidentally forgetting her key.

“Coming!” You call out, tossing the book on the table and opening the door, “Jeez, this is the third time this semester you’ve forgotten your key, we might have to just staple it on you.” You chuckle, unlocking the door and freezing as you are greeted to the sight of Ford blinking back at you.

You stare back for a moment, your hand starting to slowly shut the door, “Look Ford, I just-”

A muffin is suddenly thrust into your face.

The same muffin from the dining hall you get as a treat after a difficult exam.

You stare at the muffin, then back up at Ford.

“I apologize for taking over our conversation earlier. I may have gotten passionate about the topic and got swept up in the excitement but I would love to hear more about your thoughts.” The apology flows out of Ford’s lips before you can even react, “I offer your favorite muffin as a token of my apology.”

You can’t help but find his apology and earnest effort to trek over to the dining hall endearing, a laugh of disbelief escaping your lips. You slowly open the door, taking the muffin from Ford’s hand before pressing a kiss against Ford’s cheek.

“Alright, I accept your apology muffin. Now come sit on the bed and let me lecture you about what we were discussing prior.”

A warm smile spreads across Ford’s features, taking a step through the door, “Lecture away, my dear.”

“Hello, Earth to Grunkle Ford!” Mabel calls out, waving her hand over Ford’s gaze that breaks his wistful daze. He looks over at Mabel with a sudden grin, “I have an idea! Do you have any idea on how to make muffins?”

-

At this point, you had stared at the ceiling in contemplation enough times to memorize the patterns of the wood above you. You wanted to give Ford the benefit of the doubt, trust that he had changed for the better after all these years. However, your body goes into fight or flight over the stinging words, remembering the harsh bite and coldness behind them.

A knock on the door interrupts your thoughts, sitting up quickly. You had an inkling that Ford was on the other side of the door, but figured you could not keep hiding in these four walls forever. You make your way to the door, opening it barely to allow your head to peek through, “Listen, Ford, I-”

You are suddenly cut off by a freshly baked muffin and a bouquet of irises thrust in your face, six fingers gripping both of them tightly.

Your gaze trails upward, seeing Ford staring back at you with an earnest expression across his features. The sight of the muffin brings back the memory of Ford’s method of apologizing before the two of you ended up in Gravity Falls.

“I know I apologized earlier, but I felt this was a more sincere way of expressing it.” Ford said, watching you take the muffin from his hand. He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as he awaits your response, “I don’t expect these gifts to take away the pain my actions caused earlier, but I recognize that what you’re probably wanting from me isn’t an explanation for the past, but an apology.”

You glance down at the muffin, letting out a chuckle of disbelief as you shake your head, “Do you think you’ll be able to do that moving forward, Stanford? Because I want to believe you… I really do but we’ve been down this road before, haven’t we?” 

Ford feels a bit foolish to think that this gesture would fully assuage your concerns, lowering the irises. At this point, he was desperate to at least not have the door slammed in his face and so he ended up suggesting, “How about this? For today, let’s forget about the memories. Let’s go anomaly hunting, take your mind off things and have a little fun.”

You pause at the suggestion, the gears turning in your head. 

The small gap of the door opens to reveal yourself fully rather than peaking your head out, and in turn, you open a bit of yourself to Ford.

“I think that’s a great idea…” You say, “I would rather us make some new memories together as well instead of just spending all our time looking at the past.”

Ford smiles at your approval, “I have just the idea of where to take you.”

You chuckle at Ford’s excitement, taking a bite of the muffin and staring at it in surprise, “Did you buy these from a bakery?”

Ford looks almost offended at your comment, crossing his arms defensively, “I’ll have you know I spent the last hour and a half going through trial and error to make those.”

You let out a chuckle, reaching forward to take the bouquet of irises as well. Your fingertips curl around Ford’s briefly as you do so, “Well they’re delicious. Now stop pouting and let’s get going.” You brush past him gently to call out, “Mabel, is there a vase where I can put these?”

Ford’s cheeks burned red at your playful call-out and the brush of your body against his, his brain buzzing.

–

For being such a logical person, Ford threw caution into the wind when it came to anomaly hunting; it seemed as you stared down the depths of the cave that Ford had barely convinced you to follow him into.

Now he was asking you to jump down there with him at the promise of seeing something ‘truly extraordinary.’

“Stanford Pines, if I end up impaled on a stalagmite, I will haunt you for the rest of eternity.” You say in defiance, crossing your arms.

Ford lets out a deep chuckle, shaking his head as he extends his hand outward, “I assure you, there are no stalagmites below. I’ve been in this cave before, there are stalactites though.” He gestures to the formations of rock that jut out from the cave ceiling.

You let out a sigh, “What’s down there better blow my socks off,” before taking Ford’s hand. “I can assure you it will. If not, I owe you a view of Aurora Borealis out here.” Ford says. He clears his throat, pulling you closer to his frame, “You may have to hold onto me, I don’t want to risk you slipping from my fingertips.”

You decide to tease him a little bit, “Jeez, Ford, if I didn’t know any better, I would think you were finding an excuse to get closer to me.” Ford stammers, “That’s not my intention at all! I just happen to have very overactive sweat glands and-” You silence him by wrapping your arms around his frame, looking up at him expectantly. “R-Right, off we go.”

Ford grabs the grappling hook from his trenchcoat, pointing towards the tip of the stalactite. Once it’s securely hooked onto the ridges of the rock, Ford wraps his arm around your waist tightly, looking back at you for the green light, “On 3, we jump together, okay?” You nod in understanding, your heart rate picking up in anticipation.

And not because of Ford’s firm grip on your waist, all six digits sinking into your side.

“One,” Ford starts the countdown.

“Two,” You say with hesitancy, watching both of your feet get closer to the edge.

“Three!” Ford lets out a loud ‘hup!’ before jumping off with you, laughing boisterously as you scream at the sudden drop.

The two of you swing back and forth for a bit before landing on a rock that is wide enough to land on and low enough to the ground that you can step down easily. Ford waits for you to drop first, making sure you land safely before swinging one last time to unhook off the rock, landing on his feet next to you. 

After dusting himself off, he glances over at you with an excited grin, “That wasn’t terrible now, was it?” You shake your head in disbelief, your hand over your chest as you try to calm your racing heart, “I have to be honest, I would have never pegged you to be a risk taker like this. You used to be terrified of heights when we were dating, I couldn’t even convince you to get on a ferris wheel.”

Ford pauses at the mention of your past dating history, knowing you usually skirt around the topic before retracting the grappling hook, “Well, I guess being on the run in another dimension for twenty years made me throw more caution into the wind. Can’t afford to really be afraid of heights when jumping off a structure to evade the Interdimensional Police.” You blink, the realization finally settling in that despite some things remaining the same, Ford has likely changed as a person drastically. 

“It should be this way, watch your step.” Ford hops down, extending his hand to help you down. You take his hand, his fingers enveloping yours securely to give you something to balance your landing. You follow behind Ford closely, glancing around the dark cave that is only illuminated by his flashlight. Your hand grips tightly onto the back of his trenchcoat, worried that you may lose him in the darkness. Ford smiles at the sensation of you tugging on it, leading you further in. 

Suddenly, you see a glimmer of light through a narrow passage amidst all the darkness, and Ford glances back at you, “Keep holding onto my coat and close your eyes, it’ll be worth it.” You can’t help but feel flustered at Ford noticing how you were holding onto him. Your eyes quickly shut, gripping the fabric tighter and putting your trust in Ford.

“You can open your eyes now,” Ford says, stepping aside to let you take in the view for yourself, shining the flashlight to illuminate the room. You are greeted with hues of vibrant green reflecting back at you, large pillars of crystalized gems surround you and Ford. You take in the view in awe, walking up to a pillar and running your fingers over the hard ridges. You look back at Ford, “Is this-”

“Trust me, I was just as surprised as you to find it down here.” Ford smiled, knocking against the surface of the brittle glass. “I tested it just to be safe and it’s in fact moldavite.” Ford got the reaction he was hoping for, seeing you all starry-eyed and giddy as you walk from pillar to pillar to examine the gem, “This is astounding, Ford. You do know that it’s been only found in Europe… I can’t believe that it’s here, let alone this amount of it.”

“A true geological finding, isn’t it? I’m truthfully astounded that a meteor penetrated this deep.” Ford chuckles. “Oh, I wish I had my excavating tools… I guess I’ll have to savor this moment, engrave it into my memory.” You sigh, looking around before blinking as you see a stone rolling out of nowhere, seemingly on its own. “Uh Ford…” You say, tugging on the sleeve of his trenchcoat. “Hm?” Ford glances over to see it rolling and watches in astonishment as two more stones follow behind it out from a nearby moldavite pillar.

“Any clue what’s happening here?” You mutter, inching backwards towards the narrow gap you entered through. Ford shakes his head, keeping his eyes locked on them as they roll closer, “Not in the slightest, I’ve never encountered a creature like that in all my years here.” You quickly tug Ford back with you, both of you squeezing into the passage as you watch from a safe distance.

The stones roll to the center of the room before a set of stubby limbs pop out from them, the dirt falling to reveal a pair of eyes on each one. They walk around, looking at the bases of the moldavite pillars for something. “My god, this is incredible. Those must be golems… I knew they had to be real..” Ford mutters mostly to himself, rustling through his coat to pull out his journal. 

“Ford, is now the time to be really logging them in your journal? Couldn’t they be dangerous?” You say cautiously. 

Ford grabs a pencil, glancing back and forth between the golems and his journal as he sketches out an outline of their frames, “Highly unlikely. I mean they’re quite small.. Also, within folklore, they’re neutral beings.” Tiptoeing to see over Ford’s shoulder, you watch their movements before glancing down to see Ford’s sketch, “Wow… I forgot how amazing you are at realism drawings.”

Ford’s cheeks flush at the compliment, shaking his head, “It could use some improvement here and there, I’m better at sketching anomalies than people truth be told.” The both of you look up to check where the golems are and blink when they are nowhere to be found. “Where did they go?” Ford said, closing his journal suddenly and his hand reaching towards his magnet gun. Your breath hitches as you peer down at Ford’s feet, seeing the small figure staring back at you and Ford. 

“Um… Ford..” You whisper, tapping his shoulder and pointing downward. His brown eyes flick downward before he backs up, his arm in front of you as if to shield you. The golem blinks in alarm at the sudden movement before reaching behind it to hold up a shard of moldavite towards the two of you. You both look at each in surprise before you point at yourself, “Are you giving it to us?”

The golem points directly at you, offering it up higher. You push past Ford, and kneel down to take it from the golem’s bumpy palm and tilt your head in curiosity, “Did you overhear what I said earlier?” The golem nods in response before the two others peek their heads out from the pillars that frame the passageway.

You grin as you glance back at Ford who looks simply in awe before turning back to the golems, “Would you mind if my friend here got a closer look at you all?”

-

It’s night time once you and Ford make your way out of the cave, using the flashlight to illuminate the path back to the Mystery Shack.

“Just when I think I’ve uncovered all the oddities that this town has to offer, it proves me wrong.” Ford says with a grin, feeling accomplished with today’s anomaly hunt. 

“I’m sure you saw way more during your travels over the past year.” You say, toying with the moldavite in your fingers.

Ford shakes his head, “We encountered some along the way, a Kraken here, a siren there. Nowhere in the world is an anomaly hotspot like Gravity Falls is.”

“I think I’m starting to understand why you were so enamored with this place other than the research opportunity…” You say, peering up at the sky that is now lit up with stars and Ford chuckles, “You sure you’re not just saying that because of the huge moldavite stash you now have access to?”

“The moldavite stash is just the cherry on top. I don’t know what it is, but this town has a charm to it. It’s so warm and inviting, full of mysteries just waiting to be discovered. It feels… like home.” You sigh wistfully. It takes you a moment to realize Ford had stopped in his tracks, gazing at you with yearning. “It was home… for the both of us. Once Fiddleford abandoned the research… and you left, it honestly stopped feeling like a home, and more like a prison. A time capsule of my mistakes.” 

You pause, a lump stuck in your throat. You weren’t certain what to say in response to that. Ultimately, it was Ford’s actions - his dismissal of his friend’s concern and callousness towards your pain - that led the two of you to where you stood today. However, seeing the changes that Ford had made today was a reminder that the man before you could grow and learn from his mistakes.

You walk over to Ford, taking his hand and placing the moldavite in his palm. He looks at you in surprise as you take his fingers, enclosing it around the gem, “Ford, you beating yourself up over the past isn’t going to solve anything. If you can’t even forgive yourself, how am I supposed to forgive you?” You sigh, staring up at him. “Let this be a symbol of moving forward, leaving past assumptions and old habits behind us as much as we can. When you finally forgive yourself, you can give me back the moldavite.”

Ford stares at you, lost for words at your bold proclamation. The guilt over the weight of his actions and their impact on the people he loved had been heavy on his shoulders, and just your words alone began to lift that burden from him. 

He squeezes the moldavite in his palm before shaking his head with a chuckle, “I truly don’t know how you do it.” You tilt your head in confusion and Ford continues to elaborate, “You’ve always had this knack for seeing right through me, understanding me more than I understood myself. At first, I thought you had to be a mind-reader of some sort.” 

You let out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief, “Only you would think I am a mind-reader by understanding basic human emotions, Ford.” Ford smiles fondly at you as you laugh, the most beautiful symphony he has ever had grace his ears, “I quickly dispelled that theory after running a test where I just thought about string theory for a good minute.”

The two of you continue your walk back to the Mystery Shack, Ford slipping the moldavite into the inner pocket of his coat for safe keeping. It’s quiet in the Shack when you both enter, snickering quietly when you see Stan passed out on the chair in the living room with the light of the TV being the only source of light. 

Ford stops in front of your door, “Thank you again for forgiving me today.” He pauses before suggesting an idea he had thought of while pacing back and forth downstairs earlier today,  “I know you mentioned wanting to put the past habits behind us… I think me being in the room creates a scenario in which I feel the need to defend myself. How about you watch the rest of the tape on your own… and then once you’ve processed everything, come to me… tell me what I did, how it made you feel… and I’ll listen to it all and see how I can make it up to you?”

You’re surprised by Ford’s suggestion but smile as it’s a clear sign of Ford trying to compromise and be more flexible which he very rarely did in the past. “I think that’s a great idea… keep my moldavite safe for me, alright?” You say with a soft smile. “I promise I will. Well, I’ll let you get some rest then, good night.” Ford is about to turn his heel to take his leave but stops at the sudden sensation of you giving him a quick hug.

“Good night, Ford.” You say quickly, a flush in your cheeks at your impulsive decision as you quickly retreat behind the door. Ford finds himself silent the whole way back to the basement, his face beet red once he finally makes it downstairs. He reaches to grab the moldavite out of his inner pocket but his fingers brush against something else.

Something that made all the heat from his cheeks drain.

Ford’s six fingers reach to grab the capsule he had forgotten about all those days ago, caught up in his desire to get all your memories back that he had forgotten about.

‘Y/N Memories 2.’ 

The words felt like they were taunting him, egging him on to see what lies ahead for you to uncover. 

Curiosity got the better of him as he placed the capsule into the slot, watching the static fizzle before the memories played out before his eyes.

His fists clench at what he witnesses, uncertain of what emotion he’s even feeling. 

Before he can take a moment to process his emotions, his hand reaches for the phone on impulse, ringing up his friend for answers.

“Stanford, it’s almost my bed-”

“Fiddleford, I know it’s late but it’s an urgent matter. Can you swing by tonight?”

[luyo-mi]

I’m so glad you’re enjoying Twisted Wonderland! It’s so much fun and I kinda just started a month or so ago, so to answer a few things/to tell you a few things I wish I knew when I was just starting out (lol):

SSR cards are the highest rarity cards you can get.

Besides the prologue, so far in English there are 6 books that have been released (up to Idia). Malleus’s story has been partially released in Japanese and not at all in English yet. But there are plenty of events and the creator has said there will be more content even after this storyline.

The vignettes do not raise the power of a card, however they do add fun little stories you can read to learn more about a character and their interactions with others. And when you finish reading each part, you get gems. So, while vignettes are not required, they are a very fun addition. They also give you a sneak peek at what the card will look like once you groovify it (Groovifying it makes it stronger).

Don’t forget beyond leveling up your cards to also LEVEL UP YOUR SPELLS! That is so helpful and can be done when you view the cards individually (the button next to the mirror) and go to the “spell levels” tab. This makes even weak attacks stronger and some attacks get bonuses at higher levels!

The exams, the guest room/crafters gauntlet, and friendship boosts are important. Especially the friendship levels - so be sure to take the alchemy lessons with Crewel. Friendship popcorn is your friend as well.

And last but not least……… LEONA DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER IN HIS BOOK OMFG. The reason why we all say his story is the worst is not only because the end is so rushed and he just kinda comes off as a jerk, but like… he as the main focus of the overblot barely gets ANY screen time or focus. We’re focused more on Ruggie tbh. And it SUCKS. But the novelization is apparently SO much better in this regard. There was a tumblr post going into this and Leona’s post overblot speech and it just hits home SO HARD. And I really wish the game had done more for Leona because our lion man deserved better. 😭😭😭

Here’s the post. Idk if it’ll properly work through an ask but here’s hoping so you can read the amazing analysis! The OP did an amazing job. If this link doesn’t work and you’re interested I reblogged it so it’s on my profile. I am not the OP btw - it’s just saying it’s from me since I took the link from when I reblogged lol:

https://www.tumblr.com/the-ace-reader/729201926273679360/i-love-this-so-much-i-immediately-loved-leona-he

ANYWAY I have rambled enough sorry! I love your art and I’m so glad I found it. I can’t wait to see more! Your latest of Ruggie was so good. Little sticky fingered bb hyena boi 💜

THERES FRIENDSHIP LEVELS WHAT??????

IM so confused omg maybe skipping all the tutorials and instructions was a bad idea AND OMG I can't even take on an easy level battle for the crafting its embarrassing🫠

Im surprised I even managed to get past leonas overblot lmao

thank you for explain things bc im a idiot frfr

I'll be sure to read the post soon too, he deserved better 😭🥲

[buzbu]

I’m watching ‘Ladybug and Chat Noir: Awakening’ (you can watch a really bad quality bootleg recording on most pirating sites right now), these are my reactions while I’m watching . A lot of the points won’t make sense unless you’ve seen it too I’m sorry 😭

If you don’t want to watch the movie but want a vague idea of the plot, here u go

⚠️NEW MIRACULOUS MOVIE SPOILERS⚠️

- master fu is soo dramatic

- THIS IS A MUSICAL???

- whoever the singer is for marinette sounds so noticeably different to her it is throwing me off

- the character designs are so cute

- brand placement: 1

- Adrien is brooding so hard with his headphones. I bet he’s listening to something emo

- omg gabriel agreste backstory right away

- Luka cameo

- whyd they make plagg a fart monster

- there are more than 4 background character designs this is crazy

- whyd they make gabe kinda fine

- gabes first musical number as hawkmoth is so insanely Dr Facilier

- they made him such a good villain omfg I’m actually rooting for him he’s got the whole ‘a villain who would sacrifice the world to save her’ thing going for him

- oooo they have the mime villain from season 1 (?), and they are actually showing how op his power is. He could create literally anything and he just made a wall and a gun, he couldve done so much more. They did him justice they made him kinda fine too very Danny Bailey from Schmigadoon

- chat noir calling himself a sidekick is my villain origin story

- didn’t know how much I needed an action montage with a rock cover of the miraculous ladybug song until now

- a slither of adrienette in the montage

- brand placement: 2

- I’m an hour in and chat noir hasnt called ladybug milady ONCE

- oh my god they have the play fighting trope where they end up pinning eachother against a wall this is so them

- I don’t think the songs are very movie like, the words are pronounced like radio songs so you can’t really understand what they’re saying a lot of the time without captions (I don’t have captions 💔)

- the romance feels a lil rushed. Because they spent the first half hour almost exclusively on marinette and setting up her character/insecurities/etc and all the romantic development was in a montage. Now there’s a love song and theyre in love and it feels very underdeveloped to be at this stage already

- this song is cute though I can’t make out the majority of the words but in-love ladynoir content has my heart

- no marichat so far . Waiting patiently

- they haven’t set the love square up to its full potential 💔💔

- ok nevermind they kind of have, ladybug rejected chat noir for adrien, she asked adrien out and he rejected her for ladybug. But there has been no ladybug + adrien interactions or chat noir + marinette interactions yet

- omg gabriel adrien angst omg gabe is so much less of a dislikable character, they actually gave him some depth . Adrien is full on yelling at Gabriel and gabe actually looks like he cares about his son

- this bootleg is terrible quality but even with the bad quality the quality is so obviously good

- I’ve gotten used to the marinette singing voice and now I just love it

- this movie is so dramatic with the love songs and songs about insecurities, I feel like it’s that movie ladybug made fun of in the show

- GABE AKUMATISED HIMSELF AND ITS SO COOL THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN THAT WEIRD IPAD VILLAIN HE WAS IN THE SHOW

- adrien just said ‘the less interested you are, the more they run after you 😒’ because ladybug called him for help after she rejected him😭😭😭😭 bro rlly said all girls are the same

- idk if this bootleg is just clipped together but it keeps randomly turning french with no subtitles and it’s confusing me so much. I don’t know french, why must they be in paris

- these boss fights are so well animated

- chat noir is so bitter god damn

- ladynoir angst but it’s actually high stakes im loving this

- LADYBUG SAVE YOUR CAT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

- SHE LET HIM FALL WHAT

- gabe just turned the water they fell in into lava this is crazy

- they just turned french again I have no idea what they’re saying

- MARINETTE / HAWKMOTH SHOWDOWN

- nevermind

- I’m sorry marinette would pick this dialogue to shreds it’s so corny

- GOT THE TINIEST SLITHER OF MARICHAT I AM HAPPY

- YES YES YES GABRIEL FORCED TO FACE THE FACT THAT ADRIEN IS CHAT NOIR

- HES SELF REFLECTING!!! REALISING EVERYTHING HE DID WAS INSANE AND HURT ADRIEN WHEN HE TOLD HIMSELF HE WAS HELPING HIM. THIS IS WHAT THE SEASON 5 FINALE SHOULDVE BEEN

- THIS IS PERFECT

- this is what ppl wanted for the show . adrien being resentful at first, Gabriel hit in the face with his own guilt and mistakes, having a genuine moment of self reflection, adrien forgiving him and gabe changing instead of getting his wish and being remembered as a hero, plus all of paris finding out hawkmoth was Gabriel, etc. I love this

- brand placement: 3

- omg there’s a masquerade ball everyone looks so good

- so marinette knows that adrien is chat noir but he doesn’t know shes ladybug yet ? That better change in the next 2 minutes

- HE KNOWS!

- marinette is so pretty I’m actually so happy with this

- OHHHH NATALIE VILLAIN ARC ????

- oh theyre talking in french again I have no idea what this ending means

FINAL THOUGHTS!

obvs it isn’t canon but I love this adaptation. The superpowers are portrayed as powerful as they actually are, there’s more drama and angst which I needed, the timeline is VERY different to the show. Marinette stands up for herself to chloe the same day that ladybug and chat noir reveal their identities, so it’s like the origins episode of season 1 mixed with one of the various identity reveals from season 4. Also she’s not friends with any of her class other than alya, adrien and nino, so it’s also kind of pre-origins vibes. Idk, it was really good and I can’t wait to watch it in better quality, with captions, and without ads playing every half hour

Also I’m forever thankful that there was no lila rossi storyline

[just-gay-thoughts]

Im very new to this site

How do I navigate it's kinda confusing and my ADHD keeps seeing colors and I can't figure out how to use things

Help pls 🙏

First of all, hi, welcome to the party!

Okay you figured out asks so yay! If you haven't noticed, theres also a little toggle for anonymous asks if you ever wish to send those, if I remember correctly though you can't send pics and vids on anonymous.

Basic getting started advice: use the search to find tags that you're interested in, it can be Fandom or hobby interests or anything really. You can choose to follow that tag (the option should be in the search bar after you've searched it, if that makes sense) and random posts from the tag will show up on your feed from time to time. You can also go through and follow people who post a lot in that tag that you enjoy the content of. Basic rule of advice for following people is to do it as freely as you wish, but don't feel bad about unfollowing for any reason.

And this explanation is going to be scatterbrained as I mention things as I think of them so I do apologize for that lol

Make sure you go into your settings and set your dashboard preferences to not include 'in your orbit' (or do, but most have their dash in chronological order rather than the more algorithmic version), this way you see stuff just from people and tags you follow.

Great ways to find people to follow are by searching like mentioned before, but also if you notice someone you follow reblogging someone's posts a lot and you enjoy those posts, that can be a great way to find more people.

You yourself can post as often as you want but there's a couple things to be familiar with that would show up on your blog.

The first is likes, which can be turned off (if I remember correctly the option might be when you go to edit your profile)

The second is reblogs, this is how posts get spread around. I like to think of it like likes are you telling the op they did a good job, and a reblog is you running to show your friends what you just found. It is greatly encouraged to reblog things like art and gifsets if you liked them because of the lack of algorithm on this site.

The last is your own posts, there should be a round plus button on mobile (it's been a bit since I've been on desktop but I think it's at the top?) That will take you to the text editor. I didn't llan ahead so this is the only one I have pictures for :)

Things to note: very bottom has the ability to add links, gifs, photos, audio, polls, and the Aa let's you edit the way text appears. Just above that you can add tags, many use tags for organization (I tend to use #gay thoughts for many of my own posts, eith #gay asks being added when I'm answering an ask), but there's also a huge culture around talking in the tags. Many add thoughts about the post in the tags, as anything said in a reblog will always stay with that version of a post, but tags are only visible when viewed from the actual reblog theyre on.

The 3 dots in the corner give you some additional options for your post

You can post it now or later, change who can reblog it, who can blaze it(pay money for it to appear on a number of random peopl's dashes), all that jazz!

Sorry if anything was hard to understand, please let me know if you have any other questions!