#stanley pines angst
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thecluelessdoctor · 3 days ago
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ONE MORE OF THEM I SWEAR
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AUGH CRIES
(again, a note, the fiddleford design belongs to my bud @bebackthen and their Fiddleford blog! Check them out or I will steal your eyes)
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GAY. GAY PEOPLE.
(ignore the fact I forgot Stan's scar, shut up)
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SEE WHAT I MEAN LOOK AT THEM
BLOWING. THEM. UP!!!
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artisiumstudios · 3 days ago
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Some fanart for one of my favorite Aus!
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Au is called 17 again by @starmieknight ! (Also you can slowly see me go into a caffeine crash but it’s okay lmao)
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eggofthefish · 3 months ago
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it kills me inside that bro spent weeks not treating the burn, he literally just left it alone and completely neglected himself.
How is this man alive :(
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gimmemorecherries · 2 months ago
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Here's a controversial question for you gravity falls fans!
So we know how Stan spent 3 decades of his life dedicating to fixing the portal and bringing Ford back,but what if it were Stan that got sucked in instead?
Would Ford,the guy who punched Stan the first time he stepped into his home dimension in what has been 30 years,also the guy that would have NOT opened the portal under any circumstances,who also did not say thank you to Stan until the very end,do the same for him?
Would Ford try to get Stan back ?
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stansangel · 3 months ago
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Stan Angst Imagine
Pairing: Stanley Pines x Reader Warnings: angst, public break up, Stan being mean :( Word Count: 494 A/N: I'M SORRY IT HAD TO BE DONE Y'ALL WERE GETTING TOO COMFORTABLE
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The dim light of the bar cast long shadows across Stanleys' face as he sat across from you, his expression hardened by the weight of the conversation neither of you wanted to have. You could tell he was trying to keep his temper in check, but the tension in his jaw and the way he clenched his fists on the table betrayed him.
“Stanley, we can figure this out,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the anxiety gnawing at you. “I know things haven’t been easy, but we’ve gotten through worse before.”
He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “This isn’t about things being easy,” he snapped, his voice rough and edged with frustration. “This is about you not understanding when enough is enough!”
You flinched at the harshness in his tone. “What do you mean?”
Stanley leaned forward, his eyes dark and intense. “You keep pushing, asking me to be someone I’m not! I’m trying to keep things together here, but it’s like you don’t get it. I’m not some perfect guy who’s gonna settle down and live happily ever after. I’m a screw-up, always have been.”
Your heart twisted at his words, but you refused to let him shut you out. “You’re not a screw-up, Stan. You’ve made mistakes, sure, but so has everyone. That doesn’t mean we can’t make this work.”
His expression hardened further, the walls he’d built around himself rising higher. “You’re not listening!” he nearly shouted, slamming his fist on the table. The sound echoed through the nearly empty bar, drawing a few wary glances from the other patrons. “I’m telling you this ain't gonna work, and you’re just sitting there trying to pretend like it’s all fine!”
You felt the sting of tears behind your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “I love you, Stan,” you whispered, desperation creeping into your voice. “Why can’t that be enough?”
Stanley closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling sharply before meeting your gaze again. “Because it’s not enough,” he said, his voice softer but no less firm. “Love doesn’t fix everything, and it sure as hell doesn’t fix me. I can’t give you what you want, and the longer we keep this going, the worse it’s gonna get.”
His words hung heavy in the air, each one like a nail in the coffin of your relationship. You wanted to argue, to tell him he was wrong, but deep down, you could see the truth in his eyes. This was tearing him apart for much longer than he'd let you know and he was convinced this was the only way things could be.
“So, that’s it?” you asked, your voice trembling. “You’re just gonna walk away?”
Stanley sighed, the anger draining from his expression, leaving only a deep, weary sadness behind. “Yeah,” he said. "I fuckin' am.”
He stood up, not even hesitating for a moment before turning and walking out of the bar.
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fimloly · 1 month ago
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poor Stan, doesn’t know his happiness is deserved
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h0nestlynothly · 2 months ago
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The portal scene AND this comment is my Roman empire 💔
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piliiiiiconfusionf · 1 month ago
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"Guess I was good for something after all"
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Part two of drawing what 10 years old me couldn't ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ now suffer with me
I drew him practically from memory in an attempt to look for my style for him- will probably keep trying XD
You get both versions because I'm not sure which I like more XD
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demonicturtle02 · 10 days ago
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So it’s been a while since I’ve attempted a proper edit so please be kind and enjoy if you wish 🙏
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danni3l · 10 days ago
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Stan Pines — Cold
(Depressing!!! Be warned!!)
Stan Pines x GN!Reader
So I uhh wrote this a few months ago? It was cathartic so it’s very sad, again, be warned!!
CW: mention of suicide, brief mention of sex, depression, and drinking!
Summary: You’re high school friends with Stan, but he didn’t even get to know everything you were going through. And after more than 50 years, he still never really knew…
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You were fine. You looked fine the last time you talked to him, so why was your body hanging from the ceiling now?
That was what Stan wondered when he walked into the horrific scene. Your body there, your anxiety pills all over the floor, like you’d even tried to avoid this happening but fate had other plans, and the note. Oh, that fucking note. It gave some clarification to your suicide, of course, but that didn’t make Stanley feel any better. He had your motives and last thoughts recorded in that note, where the ink was stained with some of your last tears. But that only made him wonder why.
Hadn’t he made you happy enough? Had he done something wrong? Why did you think so lowly of yourself, that in your note you mentioned how he could and should easily move on? He couldn’t move on, not from this. Not from you. He couldn’t believe that he had never thought the last hug he gave you would be that, the last. The last kiss, the last fuck. He’d been your first and your last. He’d be proud if he wasn’t destroyed by your death. Because the only thing he could dream about at nights was you, your future together when there was still one. He had become accustomed to nightmares, about his brother and about his father, but none of them made Stanley cry harder than when he had those sweet dreams about you two having a nice, domestic little life. He’d dream about walking into the kitchen of your house, the last one you lived in, hug you from behind and sweetly kiss your neck while you did dishes or cooked. Sometimes he’d have wet dreams about you and they made him feel disgusting, disgusting because he’d never feel the heat of your body ever again. Now you were six feet underground and rotting, that was what was left of your body, so he didn’t feel like he had the right to dream about you like that.
The guilt, the sadness, they consumed Stanley. Sometimes he wished you could see him, you could see the damage you did and feel bad about it. But he knew it was useless, you were gone, forever, and he was left behind. Suffering. And he indeed suffered in silence for the rest of his days, the only witnesses were his pillow and a bottle of whiskey, that’s how he mourned you every night, all night.
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noodles-and-tea · 2 months ago
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Twins in time au but they have slightly different reactions….
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thecluelessdoctor · 3 days ago
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Something something traumatized old men
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FIDDLEFORD!! RA!! btw this Fiddleford design belongs to my buddy @bebackthen and their Fiddleford blog :3
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He's a cutie pattotie
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based on a silly convo
Anyway
From this moment forth! Will be recreations of one of the rps from my Stan blog. If your interested go check it out teehee. ANYWYA
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TRAGIC GAYS
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artisiumstudios · 9 days ago
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PART TWO
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Part one (OMG I FIGURED OUT HOW TO DO THE LINK THING WITH WORDS LMAO)
Anyways people want context so here it is:
Separation at birth AU (name is a work in progress) where Filbrick Really didn't want twins and lies to Caryn saying that only one of the twins made it out. Here he decides to keep Stanford because he thinks that maybe he can use his deformity (having 6 fingers) as an attraction, especially considering his wife is a psychic. So Stanley is given away and Filbrick is the only one who knows about this. Until now. so a couple of things:
Stanley: Despite him always being portrayed as being a people person and very charismatic, which he is when he wants to be, he was actually a loner as a kid since he struggled a lot in school (dyslexia). Without Stanford, Stanley had no one to help him out academically, not to mention his "adoptive" parents were quite neglectful resulting in him feeling like an outcast and even joining a biker gang during his early teenage years (13-14). Until he met Fiddleford Mcgucket, his only real friend (and more) who helped him which lead to him actually realizing that he was actually very intelligent. Which ends up with both of them going to West Coast because of it (both as engineers, Fidds for computers and Stan as a Mechanic) (also Stan does have glasses but he either refuses to wear them or just wears contacts.)
Stanford: Has a role much like Gideon, where basically he is some sort of psychic and is called the Psychic Sixir (yes spelt like that) and becomes a rather famous tourist attraction for the Pines, even resulting in getting a couple of commercials. Unfortunately, he hated the role he had to play. Yeah he was famous but he was a social outcast especially with his peers. His only sanctuary were books and an old boat he found in the beach. Ford is still very smart, and while he had always dreamed of sailing away on that boat he found and repaired growing up, it was far too lonely and his parents (specifically Filbrick) would never allow him to, so his best choice was leaving to a high leagues school. And here we are
anyways thats all I got now.
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maibeloved · 2 months ago
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BRUH FIDDLESTAN MAN OUGH WHAT IVE BEEN MISSING OUT AAAA
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rebisrot · 3 months ago
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MY FAVORITE PART ABOUT GRAVITY FALLS IS THE HAPPY ENDING!! STAN REMEMBERS!! FIDDLEFORD FORGIVES!! PACIFICA HAS FRIENDS!! SOOS BECOMES MR. MYSTERY!! THE TWINS HAVE A BANGING BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!!! DIPPER GETS A MEMENTO FROM WENDY!! MABEL GETS TO KEEP WADDLES!! STAN AND FORD MAKE UP AND SAIL AWAY ON THE STAN O' WAR II!! THE WORLD ALMOST ENDED!! BUT IT DIDN'T!! AND WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD IT IS!!!!
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battychowart · 12 days ago
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Fiddlestan but even more
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