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I feel like there's a significance to Stan doing the "one-paddle-paddle-paddle two-paddle-paddle-paddle" thing again when Bill went into his mind. Like it was the moment just before he lost his relationship with Ford the first time he did it, and then the moment when he got it back.

Oh I’d definitely agree with you there.

Bill, as a whole, can be seen as a symbol. Go with me on this. For a very long post that spiraled out of control.

There are a lot of parallels you can pull between Bill’s plans and Mabeland:

He’s chaotic. He doesn’t care about responsibility, or loyalty, or anything difficult. He’s fun incarnate. Terrifying fun, but fun.

Bill’s defeat coincides with the end of the summer, when the twins fully accept growing up. You could draw the parallel that defeating Bill means defeating holding onto your childhood. Which is true, in some ways.

But then there’s the fact that it’s Stan who defeats Bill in the end, not the kids.

Does he have a childhood to grow out of? I mean, you can say that he has been holding onto it for a long time

But at the same time he gave it up.

First he is forced to grow up way too fast, living on his own, feeling betrayed.

And when he does see his brother again, he basically tells him he never wants to see him again.

He tries, 30 years to bring him back, bitter with no family. But there is some hope for him. Soos

and the kids, of course.

When he finally succeeds? Ford punches him in the face, and they avoid each other basically the rest of the series.

The fact is, we (and they too, sort of) forget about all this hate they have built up until that one line:

One, tiny thing like that, just reminds Stan of all this, of all the work he’s put into this and how Ford doesn’t even care and how he still has the audacity to look down on him. So they fight again. And almost destroy the universe.

It’s not until they’re both caught by Bill and watch the kids working together do they realize that they’ve both messed up their relationship.

But here’s the interesting thing: what does Stan say, in regards to Mabel and Dipper?

And then they make up. And that’s how they defeat Bill.

Hence the paddleball.

Hence them going on the boat trip.

They’re reclaiming their own childhood.

But doesn’t that go against the whole message here, that defeating Bill means defeating your childhood?

I’d say there are two extremes in the show: Bill who grew old and never grew up, never changed, and the Stans who grew old and completely grew up, and changed a lot. In the end, it’s a balance between the two that wins out. Dipper and Mabel learn to grow up, but not at the expense of each other.

And Stan and Ford learn that too.

It’s too easy to say Gravity Falls is a series about putting your childhood behind you; about realizing you have to grow up and become an adult. Because it’s not. It’s a series about growing up, yes, but not growing out of who you are.

It’s about taking the best things from your childhood and letting them grow, realizing and changing as you get older.

It’s about love, and not letting anything get in the way of that love.

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simpin-for-stans · 3 years

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heheheh, thank you so much!! the fishing fit is definitely my favourite too :]]

you should draw them, it's fun to be able to pull it up while playing so you can see it :]] -newty

beep boop, drew my outfits for stans route in swooning over stans boop beep : )

/click on the photos for better quality boppity bip/

now imma go through them cus i can bibbidy boop

/i also dont remember the names of the dates so you're gonna have to deal w my versions bop bip/

outfit 1: the arrival

basically, i took into consideration the fact that id probably be after driving for ages and i usually wear comfy fits on roadtrips n such.

i look sad because i just crashed my poor van and i look like trash in front of 2 smeggsi old men 😔

outfit 2: idk?? taxidermy???

feel like id give stan some ptsd w my flare jeans but its a nice fit so bleh.

gotta have some platforms because i wish i was tall 😌

outfit 3: be gay, do crime.

idk, be gay, do crime.

outfit 4: fshhhh

fshhhhhhh

outfit 5: I WANT STAN TO PUNCH ME thank you

he could knock me unconscious and id say sorry

outfit 6: throw me around like a ragdoll stan, please

frillyyy

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simpin-for-stans · 3 years

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sight for sore eyes [ford pines]

this is very self serving and is literally for me but if your also masc, with brown hair, brown eyes and glasses, enjoy my mess :]

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Ford watches as your left hand moves swiftly to your opposite wrist, carefully unbuttoning the cuff, rolling the fabric of your plaid button-downs sleeve up to your elbow. He watches appreciatively as your right hand repeats the movements on your left arm, his eyes following every movement meticulously. Your forearms have bulked up over the years, becoming accustomed to the heavy lifting that comes with working alongside Ford. His eyes feast on the sight gratefully, watching the muscles flex and unflex as you begin typing in the password of your laptop that rests atop your thick thighs.

Ford could watch you like this for hours, un-phased by the world around you, in your element. He smiles softly as you begin swaying gently to the music you were listening to in your earbuds, your hand moving to your chin mouthing some of the words to whatever song you were breathing in at that moment. You begin chewing on your knuckle as you take in your screen, concentrating hard on the words in front of you, seen in the reflection of your round, thin framed glasses. Ford's gaze moves to your eyes, dark lashes rimming your even darker irises. Your stare piercing and strenuous, your eyes darting from left to right as you skim over the data before you.

He appreciates the way that the glow of your screen lights up your dark eyes, making the dark coffee brown turn into a more sun-kissed amber. His eyes then follow your hand as it reaches up, and runs through your hair. How he wished that he could replace your hand with one of his own, mulling delightedly through your soft brown curls. Once done ruffling your hair, your hand moves to the back of your neck as you tilt your head side to side, the movement being greeted by satisfying cracks. The soft groan that you emit is enough to make Ford’s knees weak as he suddenly feels aware of how dry his mouth has become.

And as if almost purposefully trying to tease him, your arms raise and your back straightens, your shirt lifting ever so slightly. Ford’s eyes take in the area of exposed skin greedily, you weren’t exactly lean but there was muscle there, easily noticed in the way that your shirt struggles to contain your broad chest and wide shoulders. Ford would be lying if he said he wasn’t waiting patiently for the day when the buttons gave up and popped, or that he doesn’t enjoy when you’d wear nothing but a wife-beater while chopping wood for the fire.

He frowns slightly when your hands lower again, missing that sliver of skin that was showing. His gaze continues to follow as your hands move back down to your keyboard, admiring the way your well worked hands begin to dance along the keys, sometimes stalling to stroke along the board in thought. Ford’s chest tightens at the thought of how your hands would feel against his skin, your dull nails drawing delicate shapes and words along his back. His jaw clenches as goosebumps erupt from his skin, making his hair stand on end.

It's then when one of your hands moves to your mouth again, your thumb running along your bottom lip softly. The movement was meticulous and thought out, more concentrated than any of the other movements you've made. Ford didn’t think his eyes could get any wider, then you prove him wrong as your digit breaches the seam of your lips. His breath catches in the back of his throat when your tongue snakes out of your mouth to lick the pad of your thumb as it moves further past your lips, your teeth biting down on the first knuckle softly. It’s when the corners of your mouth twitch upward into a lopsided smirk, his eyes dart to look up to yours.

He’s mortified to find your eyes planted on him, one eyebrow arched cheekily. You're slow to bring your thumb out of your mouth, bringing your tongue back out with it. Making sure to flash your tongue piercing before bringing it back into your mouth. Ford just stares on, face turned a deep crimson red, from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. You chuckle lightly, “You were staring love, I figured I should give you a show worth staring at.” His mouth hangs open at that, trying desperately to stutter out an excuse, and failing miserably. You smirk wider at that, and turn back to your work. Ford's heart continues to beat rapidly in his chest, echoing in his ears. How many times have you caught him staring before this occasion? His stomach erupts in butterflies at the thought. That was embarrassing.

#stanford pines #ford pines #gravity falls #fanfic

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simpin-for-stans · 3 years

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i am literally GAGGING at how beautifully these are made