#shermie pines

[hkthatgffan]

Yes, we got him to tell us who the baby was ONCE AND FOR ALL!! No more secrets! This Friday, you'll know it too!!

For context, NO, Alex has NEVER officially confirmed this! He avoided answering the question in 2015 at a con and in 2016, GF writer Jeff Rowe redacted a statement where he said the baby was Shermie. The baby is still to this day therefore disputed to either be Shermie or Dipper and Mabel's father. Until now! We got Alex to set the record straight and tell us clearly who the baby is and what he believes is the deal with Shermie. On April 12th, you'll all know too!!

Check out Hana's video on Shermie before the interview to get caught up on what we do know so far!

An Interview With Alex Hirsch with @fordtato coming April 12th on both our channels!

Hana Hyperfixates on YouTube

ThatGFFan on YouTube

ThatGFFan's FAQ on this whole process

3D Rendering in background of thumbnail by @brightdrawings

Thumbnail images of Hana and myself made by @stephreynaart

[ckret2]

Stan tried to convince Shermie that if Stan's going by GReat UNCLE = grunkle, then Shermie should go by GRandfATHER = grather.

Shermie didn't go for it.

However Stan thinks his own joke is hilarious and keeps bringing it up.

During the summer he tells Dipper & Mabel he'll pay them five bucks each if they call their grandpa "grather" at the next family reunion.

(When Ford learns about this, he ups the bribe to $25 each.)

[gruvu]

Some more mullet stan and a bonus Sherman.

[pinesfamilyguidetotheweird]

Gravity Falls Headcanon: Caryn and Shermie Pines Knew

I'm inclined to believe that Caryn and her oldest son Shermie knew since day that the 'Stanford' they knew after 1982 was really Stanley and that he faked his death.

From what we've seen of Caryn, she seemed like the kind of mother who knew her sons very well and actually cared for them. And thanks to a comic, I like to think that she even helped Stanley fake his death.

As for Shermie, similarly to Caryn, he knew his brothers well. Practically helped his mom raise them since Filbrick only does the bare minimum of being a father. At first, Shermie was none the wiser, but eventually realized who 'Standford' really was.

Of course, neither really knew what happened to the real Stanford. When learning where Ford was going for his research, Caryn and Shermie couldn't help but worry as they did do some bit of research on Gravity Falls. Not really about the town, but the people who went there to look for answers.

Those people were never seen again.

And the mother and her oldest son feared that their beloved Stanford Pines fell victim to it too.

They can't help but fear that it might happen to Stanley too.

[cbmagus49]

I keep forgetting to post this so here you go before I forget again!!!

It’s the Pines grandparents!! With bonus smol Henry and the teensiest twins ^^

Also I realised I forgot to write the grandma’s name in the main text the first time I drew her, so for anyone who didn’t see the tags on that post, her name is Beverly :)

[zephrunsimperium]

I am EXTREMELY HYPE right now, so y'all get to be hype with me. Zephy proudly presents ...

THE TURN BACK TIME AU

In 1982, Stanford Pines finished the portal and bartered with Bill Cipher to keep his family safe while the rest of the world was destroyed. Now, wracked with guilt and equipped with a sliver of Cipher’s own power, Ford must search for a way to turn back the clock and save the multiverse from his past self.

This fic will feature:

Stanley meeting Jheselbraum

Middle schooler Shermie Pines as one of the primary characters

Fiddleford getting commissioned to invent things for rich aliens

FiddAuthor but they're an established couple

Everyone having snazzy outfits that I will (probably) draw

Stanley getting along surprisingly well with the henchmaniacs

I'm working hard on an outline because I don't just want to BS my way through this, I want it to be good. I'm so excitedddddd!

[headcanonfalls]

Tourny 2: Round One!

our competitors:

headcanon that Ford helps Fiddleford set up a proper garden in the back of his mansion post-Weirdmaggedon

(no explanation needed)

headcanon that Shermie is genderfluid

(no explanation needed)

[everyones-internet-little-sis]

Just now realizing how young Dipper and Mabel's parents must be

Grunkle Stan is in his 60s during the series.

Assuming that he is 69, as old as he can be while still in this age range, then Shermie, the twins' grandfather who was born ~17 years after Stan and Ford, is 52 years old when Gravity Falls takes place.

Subtracting 13 for the kids' ages tells us that he is 40 years old when he becomes a grandfather. To put that into perspective, my father was 57 when I turned 13. He was a full 5 years older than the Mystery Twins' grandpa.

From here either two things happened: Shermie married super young and had the twins' dad, or their parents married and had them super young.

Assuming Shermie was 18 years old when Mr. Pines was born, then the Pines Parents were 22 (assuming they're the same age) when the twins were born. Move those ages around and they could have had the twins in college. They could have had the twins in high school.

And this is all based on Shermie's oldest possible age.

Suddenly a whole new layer is added to why the twins are sent to Gravity Falls in the first place. Their parents are so young, they might have even been teen parents when the kids were babies.

I've wondered for a while why Stan let the twins stay with him if bringing back Ford was so time-consuming and dangerous, but it makes more sense now. If I were in Stan's place, and my (again at the very oldest) 35-year-old nephew called me probably exhausted from raising not one but two very chaotic pre-tweens, desperate for a break after devoting all of their 20s to the care of these children, hell yeah I'd take them for the summer.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

hey hey hey remember that au i mentioned a while ago and then never brought up again. i’m talking about it again :]

introducing you all to the celestial au!

the celestial au is an au in which ford, stan, and shermie are space deities of sorts. ford is linked to the moon and nighttime (and also has a hand/arm and eye motif), stan is linked to the sun and daytime (and has a teeth and star motif), shermie is linked to planets and asteroids (and has a nebula motif)

the mystery twins are not related to any of them (and therefore not half-deities or anything) but they do get adopted by the stan twins so they are family regardless

you might be wondering how space deities adopted human children. this is the part where we get into the actual story bits

(we’re simplifying here for the sake of being quick)

dipper, as per usual, finds a weird journal with entries about weird things in it. he looks into it more, discovers gravity falls, and figures he could probably find out more about the journal’s origins if he goes there. he talks it over with mabel and she agrees to head there

unfortunately, they don’t actually have a method of getting over there. so dipper uses an entry in the journal to summon a certain grunkle you all know and love and make a deal with him to get them there. he does not tell mabel that he is going to do this

after a long conversation, stan ends up not only agreeing to take them there for free (because you are way too young to be making deals) but also just. adopts them. he sets up the mystery shack over in gravity falls and disguises himself as a human while the kids go searching for information about the journal. stan spends his free time looking for ford, going with the idea that he might also be on earth

after a couple months of that, mabel is. not having a great time. she takes the journal and heads out into the surrounding forest in the middle of the night. still upset about dipper having summoned stan without telling her first, she decides to do the same

oh hey look its ford (you can all thank shermie for that)

they talk a bit and ford safely guides her back to the shack. stan is awake when they get back and. needless to say, the stan twins are going to have to have a long conversation about this. mabel and dipper immediately have a conversation about it and are able to work it out. ford is forcibly adopted into the family

ford is also terrible at trying to look human (too many arms, too many eyes. stan gives him a coat so he can try and hide the extra arms when needed and calls it a day. of course, it’s gravity falls, so that’s really all they need to do)

[aceofstars16]

I am genuinely curious cause he’s just…such a mystery 😂

[mymanyfandomramblings]

Your Shermie headcanons?

I do have a Shermie fanfic in the works, and it will be done eventually, but for now, have a list of headcanons:

He's seven years older than the twins

He was the first Pines born in the US

Shermie is Caryn's favourite, although she did a reasonable job of hiding it

He is treated as the family's emotional crutch

He fought in the Vietnam war

He married his childhood best friend, Elizabeth.

Out of the whole family, Shermie is the closest to his Jewish faith.

He has three children: David (Dipper and Mabel's father), and twin daughters, Ruth and Deborah.

He moved to California shortly after Stan's 'death'

He is very intrigued by the meanings of names, and he was the one to name Dipper 'Mason', as the name tied into the theme of stonemasonry that Stan and Ford's names had (Mabel was named by her father after a minor character in Alice's Adventures In Wonderland)

I think that's all

[jacky-rubou]

Stan and Ford had crashed their beloved boat after a horrible anomalous storm tossed them away. But none of that was their concern as they found themselves dying without the other to comfort them despite being right next to each other. What a horrible piece of bad luck.

here’s that angst one-shot I mentioned yesterday. hope you guys enjoy it somehow lol.

[gruvu]

Was feeling a bit nostalgic tonight and went back to my roots with redrawing my Sherman Pines. Man it’s been ages, and of course I doodled a lil portal!Sherman too.

[pinesfamilyguidetotheweird]

Gravity Falls Thoughts: Shermie, the Vietnam War, and Math

I remember waaay back when I was on a roll with my Youtube videos, one of them had me looking into the possibility of characters in Hazbin Hotel being involved in either world wars plus the Vietnam War.

Now, I kinda want to do the same with the Pines Bros, mostly with Shermie, and see if it's plausible

This is under the assumption that the baby that Caryn was holding was her grandchild and it's Shermie's kid, so that would make Shermie older. By how much? I'd say at least maybe 4~5 years.

Here's where the math comes in. (I'm also a history nerd)

Considering the Stans were in their senior year when Stan got kicked out, that would've made them 17~18 years old at the time. 40 years later, in 2012, they'd be 57~58. So, by this logic, the Stans (well, Ford, really) graduated in 1972. This was during a time when then president Richard Nixon started to, little by little, withdraw US soldiers from Vietnam, which I think started in 1971. It was hard looking for the date. Anyone with better knowledge, please help a girl out and correct me.

Side Note: The revelations of the Stans actual age does indeed help answer the question if Shermie was the baby or not. With that 18 year difference, that would've made Shermie 40 in 2012 if he was the baby. That is an impossible age of a grandfather of two twelve year olds.

So, about a year before Ford graduated. I'd imagine that at this point, the US military wasn't looking for new soldiers to be put into draft (if they would've accepted Ford).

Would Shermie have been a part of the war? There were two draft lotteries conducted that typically chooses men between ages 19~25 (men born between 1944 and 1950) in the Selective Service law. This happened in the December of 1969.

The Stans were born in 1954, so that would mean Shermie was born in either 1949 or 1950. Shermie would have been eligible for the war and may have even been drafted if his birthday was one of the lotteries pulled.

As for the birth of his kid (likely son), I'd say he was likely conceived when Shermie was withdrew from Vietnam in 1971, no doubt happy to see his wife again after so long (maybe he was drafted not long after getting married).

With this fact, I can't help but place parallels between Shermie and Filbrick. Filbrick, no doubt, was in WW2, which ended in 1945 (4~5 years before Shermie's birth). Given my own thoughts on the matter, of how Filbrick treated his sons due to his experience in war, Shermie probably had fears where he was scared that he was gonna be like his father and made great promises to prevent that for his son.

[thehandwitch]

thinking about ford calling shermie shortly after coming through the portal because he hasn’t spoken to his older brother in thirty-something years — he was kind of bad at keeping contact, okay — and he misses him. (and also, yk, as far as ford’s aware shermie thinks stan is dead and that ford owns a kitschy tourist trap, and he really needs to rectify that.)

and it’s probably like 5am when he calls but shermie picks up a few rings in with a sleepy “hello?”

and ford’s heart stops because he can barely believe he’s hearing his big brother’s voice again, and it takes a few long seconds before he finally says “shermie, it’s stanford.”

“stan? hi! what’s going on? are the kids okay?”

“the kids— yes, yes, they’re okay. they’re great, actually.”

“so why are you calling? i’m not complaining, i wish you’d call more, but it’s a little out of character.”

“… speaking of that.” and ford pauses because he didn’t exactly plan on how he was going to broach the whole ‘hey stan is alive and has been pretending to be me this entire time’ thing.

he settles on asking: “did you ever find it strange that i started wanting to go by stan after— after stan passed?”

he expects shermie to say something like ‘no, i figured you were just grieving’ but instead the pause on the other end of the line stretches out until shermie says, slowly and tearfully, “ford? is that you?”

and ford breaks. “yes,” he whispers because if he speaks at a normal volume he’s certain his voice will crack under the weight of his emotions. “yes, it’s me. shermie, how did you…?”

“you think stan could fool me? i grew up babysitting you punks. the two of you switching places tricked me maybe three times before i got smart. and then you got me a few more times when stan realized he could wear your gloves with an stuffed extra finger, but i ended up developing a sense for it. i knew from the second he called to tell me about his death.” shermie scoffs, and then quiets. “stanford… what happened?”

“it’s a long story.”

“i’ve got time.”

“i’m afraid you don’t understand. it’s… an exceedingly long story.”

“well, i’ll make time,” shermie says and then pauses. “is stan still around? is he okay?”

“yes, he’s … he’s here.”

“and you’re not still mad at him, are you?”

“well—”

“after forty years, ford?”

“it’s complicated!”

“then explain it!”

and ford does, he explains, he fills in the gaps of his own side with what stan told to the kids and that gopher-looking man and lays most everything out in the open (except for bill, he’ll never, ever tell anyone about bill) and at the end shermie is dead silent.

eventually he says, “if you weren’t you, and stan weren’t stan… i don’t think i’d believe any of that.”

and ford sighs and says “yes, that’s understandable.”

and shermie says “well, you know what i’m going to tell you now” and gives ford this excellent monologue about how he needs to mend things with stan, and ford knows he’s right but he’s still just so bitter and all he says is “i’ll consider it.”

the conservation wraps up with shermie telling ford to tell stan to expect a call from him very soon and then they hang up. and ford just. leans his head against the wall.

and from the end of the hallway, stan says “yeesh, i was really not looking forward to having that conversation. thanks for handling it for me, sixer.”

and ford can’t even find it in himself to be mad at that because he knows shermie is going to unleash the world’s wisest and most annoyed three hour rant upon stan the next time they speak.

(ford doesn’t warn stan about the phone call either, even though shermie asked him to. he thinks stan deserves it.)

anyways. yeah. thinking about that.

[thelastspeecher]

I've been on a bit of a Foster Ford AU kick lately, and managed to get a little something something written up. Not featuring Ford, though. No, this particular write explains what Stan is up to in the Foster Ford AU. Enjoy.

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              Stan sat morosely on the swing, staring out at the ocean.  The Stanmobile was parked nearby, waiting for Stan to get in and finally leave Glass Shard Beach.  At this point, Stan had accepted that no one was going to come get him.  He was out for good.  But before he left, he wanted to stop by the swings one last time.

              Someone sat on the swing next to him.  Stan’s head whipped around eagerly, his heart pounded.  He blinked in surprise.  It wasn’t Ford, but he wasn’t completely disappointed by who it was.

              “Shermie?” he asked.  Shermie forced a smile at Stan.

              “Hey, kid.”

              “Don’t call me kid,” Stan muttered instinctively.  He looked away.  “Are you here to chew me out, too?”

              “No!”  Shermie sounded scandalized by the idea.  “I just…I wanted to check on you.”  Stan grunted wordlessly.  “I dropped by the shop today and Mom and Pops told me what happened.  Where have you been staying?”

              “Where do you think?” Stan asked.  He nodded at the Stanmobile.  Shermie sighed.

              “That’s what I was worried about.”  Shermie paused.  “You know what happened was wrong, right?”

              “Yeah, fucking up Ford’s experiment was wrong, they made that pretty clear.”

              “Not what I’m talking about.  Stan, they shouldn’t have kicked you out over that,” Shermie said firmly.  Stan tensed.  “And I’m definitely not gonna let you live in your car because of it.”

              “I don’t need charity.”

              “It’s not charity.  You’re my little brother.  I’m supposed to protect you.”  Shermie sighed heavily.  “I haven’t been doing a great job of it.  Pops…”

              “Pops is just strict.”

              “No, he’s not,” Shermie said softly.  “And the fact you think that is proof I haven’t been taking care of you right.”  Shermie looked at Stan.  “You’re gonna stay with me for a while.”

              “I told you, I don’t need-”

              “Yeah, you did tell me that.  But you’re wrong.  C’mon.  Amelia is making pasta tonight.”  Shermie stood up.  Stan stayed on the swing.  “Caleb’s gonna be excited to see you.”  At the mention of his nephew, Stan couldn’t help the small grin that eked its way onto his face.

              “Fine.  I’ll come for dinner with Caleb.  But that’s it.”  Both Stan and Shermie knew Stan would be staying for more than just dinner, but Shermie played along.

              “Sure.”

-----

              Caleb babbled happily from his playpen, which Stan had dubbed Baby Jail.

              “I’ll play with you in a bit,” Stan said.  He set down a box of plates on the kitchen table.  “Big strong Uncle Stan has to help your dad move everything in.”

              “Big strong Uncle Stan, huh?” Shermie asked, setting down his own box.  Shermie, his wife Amelia, his son Caleb, and Stan had just moved across the country.  Shermie got an offer he couldn’t refuse in San Diego, and Stan was more than happy to get some space from New Jersey.  “I’m not so sure about that.”

              “What are you talking about?” Stan scoffed.  Shermie poked Stan’s bicep.

              “You’re out of practice, kid.”

              “Didn’t feel like going to the gym back home, sue me,” Stan muttered.  Filbrick was a regular at the boxing club Stan used to practice at.

              “There’s plenty of places around where you can pick up boxing again,” Amelia said.  She opened the box of plates and began to put them away in the kitchen cabinets.  “Between that and classes, you should make some new friends fast!”

              “…Classes?” Stan asked.

              “You’re gonna get your GED,” Shermie said.

              “Since when?”

              “Since always.  The only reason I didn’t push it back in Jersey was because I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed.”

              “I’m fine without a high school degree!”

              “Stan, you can’t just spend your life staying home with Caleb and boxing,” Amelia said, kindly but firmly.  “You need to get a job at some point, and you’ll only get a decent one with a diploma.”

              “I’m gonna fail.  The only reason I passed back home was because I cheated off Ford,” Stan insisted.  Shermie ruffled his hair.

              “I’m a teacher, remember?  I’ll help you get that passing grade without cheating.”

              “Fine,” Stan muttered.  He glowered at his brother and sister-in-law.  “But only because of the whole job thing.  I’m not gonna leech off you guys.”

              “And we appreciate that,” Shermie teased.  Stan rolled his eyes and went back to the moving truck to get another box.

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              “Rainy one, isn’t it?” remarked Stan’s chatty coworker, Chris.  Stan looked out the windows of the coffee shop.  Vague figures could be barely made out through the sheets of rain.

              “Where’d you get that idea?” Stan asked dryly.  Working in a coffee shop wasn’t his dream, but in San Diego, it was the highest paid part-time position he could get with a high school degree.  He had to pay for classes somehow.  Getting his GED without cheating had awoken something in Stan, and he wanted to see how far he could go.  As long as he stopped with community college.

              “You’re not the best conversation,” Chris said.

              “Chris, it’s five in the morning.”  The bell over the door jingled.  A short woman wearing a yellow raincoat and matching rain boots walked in.  She lowered the hood of her coat.  She had caramel-colored hair cropped in a bob hairstyle and dyed partially pink.  Her long, narrow nose took up much of her face, and even had a few raindrops that had snuck past her hood on the end.  Stan’s heart began to race.

              Shit, she’s cute.  The woman walked up to the counter and ordered a drink from Chris.

              “A large hot ch-” Chris began to relay to Stan.

              “I heard,” Stan interrupted, already working on the hot chocolate.  The woman giggled.  Like he usually did when making drinks for pretty ladies, Stan added extra whipped cream on top of the drink.  The woman took the drink from him.  Her eyes widened when she noticed the extra whipped cream.  She smiled at him sweetly.

              Stan grinned back.

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              “What are ya studyin’?” Angie asked.  She had become a regular after that morning in the coffee shop, and before long, she and Stan swapped numbers.  They had officially been going out for a month now.

              “College,” Stan replied.  Angie’s hectic schedule didn’t allow for extravagant dates, so today’s date was another walk by the harbor.  Angie rolled her eyes at Stan’s non-answer.

              “Surely yer takin’ some more specific classes than just gen eds,” Angie said.

              “No, not really.”

              “Ya haven’t figured out yet what ya want to do with yer degree?”

              “Get a job.”

              “But what kind of job?” Angie pressed.  Stan winced.  Angie cocked her head.  “Yer not fibbin’, are ya?”

              “If I was?”

              “Well, I’d be awful disappointed,” Angie drawled, her southern accent especially strong.  Stan suspected she played up her accent at times to sway him, since she knew he liked it.

              “I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to make fun of me,” Stan said.  Angie nodded.  “I…I wanna be a gym teacher.”

              “Why would I make fun of that?” Angie asked.  “Teachin’ is noble!”

              “Getting a gym teacher degree at a community college?  That’s the setup for a punchline,” Stan said.

              “I strongly disagree,” Angie said.  She intwined her fingers with Stan’s.  “What made ya decide to do that?”

              “I took an intro class in it for an easy A,” Stan said with a shrug.  “Turns out I like it and I’m good at it.”  Stan raised an eyebrow at Angie.  “What about you?”  Angie went to a fancy four-year school, so he didn’t have her in any classes or see her on campus.

              “Biology with an emphasis in herpetology.”

              “An emphasis in what?”

              “Herpetology.  It’s the study of reptiles and amphibians.”

              “Ah, you’re getting a degree in lizards.  Got it,” Stan said, nodding.  Angie giggled.

              “So, when do I get to meet yer folks?” Angie asked playfully.  Cold water spread through Stan’s veins.  He forced a grin, trying to hide his reaction to Angie’s question.

              “You can meet my brother any time.  He keeps asking me when I’m gonna bring you home.”  Judging by Angie’s furrowed brow, she picked up on the careful dodge.  But she moved on without comment.

              “That sounds lovely.  We should set it up!”

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              Stan peered over Angie’s shoulder, looking at the papers she had strewn across the kitchen table.

              “I didn’t realize lizard school would be so tough,” he commented.  Angie sighed.

              “Serves me right fer decidin’ to do advanced lizard school,” she complained.  Stan kissed the top of her head.  She turned partway to look at him, then slapped her forehead.  “Today’s yer first day at yer new job, ain’t it?”

              “Yep,” Stan said, taking a sip from his mug of coffee.

              “I’m sorry, I should’ve made ya breakfast to celebrate!”

              “Pfft, what am I, five?” Stan scoffed.  He drained the rest of his mug and set it in the sink.

              “Still!”  Angie shook her head.  “I’ll make ya somethin’ nice fer dinner to make up fer it, okay?”

              “Sounds great, babe.”  Stan squinted at the paperwork.  He couldn’t understand any of it.  “Don’t pull your hair out over those lizards.”

              “Ugh, it’s the students more ‘n the lizards what are botherin’ me,” Angie muttered.  She got up to kiss Stan on the cheek and then sat back down.  “Take off yer ring durin’ class.  I’d hate fer it to fall off and get lost.”

              “It’s a fancy school for rich smart kids,” Stan said.  “None of them are gonna want my wedding ring.”

              “I wasn’t sayin’ yer students would steal from ya.  More that no one would be able to find it ‘cause it got stuck in somethin’.”  Angie raised an eyebrow.  “It prob’ly ain’t in yer best interests to imply yer students are thieves, Mr. Pines.”

              “Fine, Mrs. McGucket-Pines,” Stan teased back before grabbing his lunch from the fridge and the Stanmobile’s keys off the hook by the front door.  He planted a kiss on Angie’s cheek.  “See you after school.”