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can u look after him while im gone pls yeah thanks

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"I fixed it!!"

Oh Astra....

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(watching people post about their aus) “fuck that looks so fun why am i should be doing that” <- guy who is not going to be doing that (im scared 😳 👉👈)

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-lackinggravitas (aka al/ francisphobic from discord lol)

(some help killing god would also be appreciated tho-)

HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAYA AWWWW

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dead-animal-poker stan pines my beloved. he was born to do dubiously ethical taxidermy 💛

def was the type of kid to get endless entertainment from poking roadkill with sticks (or with his bare hands. kid was gross)

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hmm.

(labelling theory is technically a criminology thing but im pretty sure i can get sociological with it to. because what was the point of sociology class if i can't use it to analyze fictional characters-?)

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i gotta get these coyote stan chapters done so i can get this commitment off my back so i can take on another, longer gravity falls fic commitment-

i wanna write a time travel au fic so bad yall dont even KNOW. im outlining it while at work rn and this fic. this fic is gonna be So fun to write

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Stan and Rico

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This was it. The first social interaction Ford would have with someone outside of his family, close friends, or enemies in a while. He could do this. He was simply going to go into a shop, make small talk while buying something, then go. It was exceedingly simple.

As they walked down the street, Dipper assured him, “Just remember to keep it light and casual. No portal stories, no near-death experiences. Use our conversation starters if you get in trouble. Got it?”

“Light and casual. I can do this.”

Mabel patted him on the arm. “I believe in you, Grunkle Ford.”

They split off and climbed a building on the opposite side of the street from the target store. Ford squared his shoulders and went inside, the bell tingling cheerfully after him.

Five minutes later, Dipper was pressing the binoculars against his eyes so forcefully they were probably gonna leave marks. The mic he’d snuck onto Ford’s jacket was doing its job - Dipper could hear what his grunkle was saying pretty well. Grunkle Ford didn’t seem too bad- wait, he was starting to waver, Dipper could hear it in his voice. He could even see him start to sweat. “Mabel, we might have a problem.”

She was behind him pacing, probably also listening to the audio in her own headset. “I hear it. Should we pull him?”

“No, no…”

Just then, there was silence on the earpiece. The binoculars showed a frozen Ford, clearly starting to panic. Seconds later, a frantic “I’M GOING INTO LABOR!” filtered through the mic.

Mabel jumped, wide-eyed. “He’s pulling the pregnancy card THIS EARLY?!”

Dipper set his mouth and thought. “If he u-turns the topic back to cardboard manufacturing we might clutch this.”

The bell across the street dinged and Ford ran out of the store. Dipper sighed. “Never mind.” He got up to follow his uncle.

authors note:

a little something for the Get Ford Pregnant Movement 2025

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[June 15] Happy Birthday^^

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so fucked up that i can create all of this fun shapeshifter lore for myself that i think is cool and funky but i can’t fucking. USE most of the cool technical stuff because shifty doesn’t know shit about shapeshifters. bro literally just hatched out of an egg and has never met another shapeshifter in his life. Fucked up!!!

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happy fathers day! <3

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drag stan comic for pride month

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"Come home, Albatross" An albatross doesn’t have to land, but Stanley would have liked to.

Tags: Wings AU; Hurt no Comfort; Canon Divergence - A Tale of Two Stans; Flash Fic

was discussing wings/ avian aus over on discord, which reminded me that i wrote this a while ago! i might make more fics in the same vein of au later - i 💛 birds 5ever y’all

apologies for any mistakes - i wrote this in december, dudes. so long ago.... (it really wasn't, lmao (but it sure feels like it!))

ao3 version

original date published: 2024-12-28

Stanley’s wingspan was massive, with powerful wings larger and longer than his own body. It was one of the features of being an albatross - the kind of feathers that could carry you across seas for years and never need to drop you. Ford remembered, with a sickening, sinking feeling, how warm and secure it was, to be embraced by wings like those. How it had felt to have them wrap securely around you, hide you from the world in a warm blanket of gray and white, sturdy muscle and bone around you.

 But Stanley wasn’t going to hug him. Stanley was looking at him with something cold in his black, bird-like eyes, something almost defeated. He was looking at Ford with a tired, worn-down impassivity. He was looking at Ford like Stan had finally given up.

 Stanley used to dive into the water, cackling with excitement like a kid. Used to burst out of the waves, swirling in the air like a showman and laughing, scattering water with each leisurely beat of his wings. Grinning as he called out to Stanford, "Coming, Sixer?"

 “I’ll take your dumb book to the end of the world,” Stan said now, his eyes narrowing like he didn't even recognize Ford anymore, “But don’t ever contact me again.”

 An albatross could fly for years without ever landing, could sleep mid-air, could cross great distances in an incredibly short amount of time. Stanley had flown across the country, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, just to get here. There was no one better at flying than his brother, no one more comfortable with the wind in his feathers, and that seemed to have only become more and more true in their decade distanced. All of these, Ford had reasoned, were why he contacted his brother.

 But looking at him now, Ford realized with a sinking despair, a grief already blooming and bubbling into his chest, that no matter the world, no matter winged or not, he would have called for his brother. He would have called for Stanley. Now he'd gotten what he wanted from Stanley. Now Ford was losing him again.

 “Thank you,” Ford said weakly, unable to bring anything else to words. 

 Words always failed when he needed them most, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand, leaving behind only the jagged edges of glass. Useless fancy or bite that can’t even keep the brother he didn’t want, always wanted.

 And so for the second time in his life, Ford watched his brother take to the air, and fly away from him forever.

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draw stan being happy about something. that's it that's the request, let my man be happy pls n thx

i like the way u think anon!!!