#gravity falls hc

[jesse-pinko]

Yeah Filbrick was a shitty father regardless but I like to think that the reason he didn’t attend Stanley’s funeral wasn’t bc he didn’t care but bc he felt like he didn’t deserve to. Makes it more tragic if he was just sitting in the closed pawnshop in the dark all day staring at the #1 Dad medal Stanley had made him…

[atomicraft]

i think that ford in college (a closeted gay man at the beginning of the aids epidemic) would’ve written in his journal stuff like “dear journal ….. I’ve been having SICK and PERVERSE desires …..” and the perverse desires in question are to hold his roommates hand

[talekinesis]

Random Headcanon of the week:

Stan has never purchased a new pair of socks before

I see so much fanart where his socks have holes in them, both as young Mullet Stan, and as current Stan

So I'm saying he's still wearing the same socks he got kicked out with, and has worn them for 40+ years

And the worst part is that he sees nothing wrong with this

Stan: *puts worn, tatterd, scrap of fabric on the bottom of his foot before putting a shoe on*

Ford: What the hell was that?

Stan: My sock?

Ford: No the hell it wasn't

Stan:

Ford: Tell me you're lying, please

Stan: I can't

Ford: Stanley, there's no sock left, you just put string in your shoe and thought it was fine

[tookishcombeferre]

Gravity Falls HC:

The Pines Family is descended from Dr. Henry Jekyll post-soul fission.

This is why every generation of the family has one set of twins that includes one obsessive scientist and one feral crazy person.

This brought to you by Grunkle Stan getting rid of all the ladders and buying 10 guns, and Mable being … well … Mable. (Both my favorite characters by the way. Lord, do I love them.)

[the-universal-sun]

If it's okay: Present day Ford crying his heart out? 👉👈

He went through so much, he deserves to be small and taken care of

Of course it’s okay! And I agree, Ford needs to be cuddles and coddled after all he’s been through!

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Ford startles as a loud bang echoed out from outside the shack; flinching and covering his ears, dropping his Legos and Dr. Mittens. He pants, his chest feeling tight. ‘It can’t be’ he thinks to himself ‘I’m safe here. This is home, no one from those other dimensions can get here. Get me. Get my family.’ Despite these thoughts, his lips wobble and his eye sting with tears, what if someone came to hurt him? He can’t stop the cries that come from his mouth, his adult brain knows it’s probably just the trashcan lid falling, but he can’t think with his adult brain now. He’s feeling smaller now, his thoughts are smaller now. Logic and reasoning don’t always apply to his Big and Scary Thoughts.

“Ford, Buddy? You alright I heard-Ford! What happened!” Stan called out, his walk into the living room turning into a sprint when he sees Ford crying. “C’mon, tell me what’s wrong, huh? What hurts!?” Stan tries to calm his panicked voice, hovering frantically over Ford.

“Th-the-hic-the noise o-outside. C-coming to get me!” Ford wailed, turning and burying his head into Stan’s shoulder. One hand grabbing Dr. Mittens from the ground, the other going to pull his hair. His hand gets intercepted before it can do that, Stan pulling it away and holding it in one of his with a soft “please don’t” being uttered with the movement.

“Who’s coming to get you, Bud? Hmm? The noise was just Fidds’ raccoon wife getting into the trash can again, nothing more.” Stan doesn’t get it! Ford’s made so many enemies, someone is bound to come find him! He yanks on Stan’s hand in lieu on answering, finding it hard to find the right words to explain. Why can’t he just understand!

“Hey, we don’t yank or pull on limbs, Stanford. Come on, let’s dry those tears and calm down just a little okay? And then maybe you can explain what’s got you so scared.” Stan wraps an arm around Ford’s shoulder, pulling him into a hug, repetitively patting Ford’s arm in an effort to help regulate his breathing.

He breathes in and out with Stan’s tapping, his panting slowing down but the tears still coming fast and hot down his face. He swallows the lump in his throat, clutching Dr. Mittens to his chest, resisting to urge to nibble his ear. “The-the bang noise. ‘Scared me an’ I thought it-it was someone from that time coming to hurt me again an’, an’,” he buries his head in his knees for a moment, Stan letting his, before he takes a big breathe and finishes his sentence, “An’ I got Big Thoughts, Scary ones that wouldn’t go away.” He finishes lamely, closing his eyes as his brother wipes his tears with his top. His nose scrunches up at the smell at Stan’s sweat.

“Oh, those capital ‘Big’ and ‘Scary’ thoughts, it must’ve been really bad, huh, Sixer. But don’t worry, we’ve checked just today, no inter dimensional anomalies or presences, our radar would’ve gone off if there were.” Oh. Ford didn’t think of that. He sniffles, huddling in closer to Stan, basically on his lap, resting his head into the side of his neck. This is why he needs Stan, he’s always there to chase away his Scarey Thoughts, and if chasing doesn’t work, punch them away. That’s why Stan’s his Buddy. The thought of Stan punching his literal thoughts away brings a giggle to Ford’s throat. And more spill out as Stan ruffles his hair.

“Oh? What’s so funny now, you laughin’ at this old man?” Stan points to himself.

“No-o-o-o!” Ford giggles, his hair being ruffled makes him feeling ticklish all over, “Buddy! ‘M not!” He laughs loudly as Stan falls over dramatically, Ford clutched in his arms. They lay there laughing for a good few minutes, Eventually settling down as Ford clings to Stan’s front, not wanting him to leave him.

“Stay, Buddy?” He asks Stan, using his best puppy dog eyes, a weakness of his brothers, but one he’s willing to exploit. And it works, Stan holds him tighter and closer, nuzzling his head and tickling it a little with his sigh.

“Of course, Sixer. As long as you want. We can even nap here-“ Ford cuts him off with an indignant “No” because he has his designated nap spot and it’s not on the living room carpet, it’s his little fort in his and Stan’s room. “Okay, no naps in here then, guess I’ll have to move my brittle old bones alllll the way to our room, huh?” Ford nods his head, glad Stanley got it. But he didn’t make any moves, content to just lay here, not quite all the way calm yet. Besides, he doesn’t have nap time for another hour and-he calculates in his head-seventeen minutes, plenty of time to lay in Stan’s arms on the living room floor.

“Alright, alright. I’ll move you when it’s nap time, just stay here in my arms until then, I need some Ford Floor Time.” Stan squeezes him tighter, Ford melting into the pressure. Well, he who was he to argue with Stan needing Ford Time? Signing, he basks softly in the calming presence of his brother for the next hour-and-now-16 minutes.

[sociallyanxiouspyrate]

HC that if the topic of Stan technically fucking up Fords opportunity to go to better colleges comes up Stan cracks a joke like, "eh. Where would you have gone anyway. Stanford?" And it never once fails to make the crowd laugh besides Ford who glares him down for no less than ten minutes.

[virgil-is-a-cutie]

Cute silly hc that Dipper and Mabel tell each other in secret that when they have kids they're naming their first kid after one of the Stans

Dipper has twin girls after 10 months after his wedding with Pacifica, they're named Sandra Lee and Sasha Forrest, the middle name being Pacifica finding a way to honor Ford. Sandra Lee is the one with 6 fingers but she has Stanley's personality while Shasha is more like Ford in personality. However, both ofc are so curious and bright.

Mabel has twin girls a year after she got married, a few months after Dipper's wedding and 3 months after Dipper and Pacifica have their girls. They're named Florence and Leila, they more like Dipper but a bit like Stanley

Ford and Stanley definitely don't cry when they hear the names

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

How old do you think the twins are? It just came to me that not everyone hc them with the same age I do, in my mind they are 58 years old, but a lot of people think they are 62 years old, even 68 if they think the “I'm pushing 70” line was true

I go by 58 ish. I think initially Stan was written to be older, but as the series went on and they hashed out the timeline it didn't fit.

Is that true? Idk, i just go by the numbers given which is that Stan was kicked out at 17/18 (probably 17 though), it was 10ish years separated, then 30 working on the portal.

But I understand why people hc them as older. In Journal 3 Ford states that he's a thirty year old man when facing the category 1 ghost, so it could very well be that Stan was on the road for longer than 10 years, maybe closer to 12 or 15. Or that Ford was rounding up, because saying he's thirty sounds more mature than saying he's in his upper twenties.

Anyway yeah, 58 is where I put them roughly.