#sailor stan

[stanpinestan]

Girl dad Stan and long haired beanie Stan are my two weaknesses so here’s both in one 🫶🫶🫶

[sharksfrommars]

I drabbled on my phone a bit and wrote this.

sorry.

idk this idea was rotating in my mind and I just wanna practice having ideas. Hope u enjoy!

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No perpetual motion machine breaking.

Ford goes to college to get more knowledge, Stan stays at home, left all alone.

Ford gets home the night of the science fair with a full ride scholarship to West Coast Tech. Everyone’s ecstatic about it. Everyone except Stan. It puts a strain on their relationship, more than there already was before. 

Of course, they don’t talk about it. As Ford starts to prepare for college, Stan runs the pawn shop, seeing as it doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere in life. He spends every spare moment on the Stan-O-war.

Ford never goes down there anymore. He can’t bear to watch Stan work so hard for a dream they both know is dead and buried. But hey, everyone needs a hobby. 

Stan isn’t there to see Ford off. He’s taking the El Diablo, and is driving off to California. Stan resisted giving away his car at first, but he relented. He told Ford that he’d just save up for a new one. Besides, the car was technically bought to be shared between them. He had said goodbye to the car the night before, kissing the hood so gently as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Clearly, he didn’t have any of that sentiment for Ford. Instead, Stan sat at the beach, watching gentle waves wash in and out, as boats sailed off in the distance. It wasn’t hard for Ford to find him.

“What, you not gonna say goodbye?” Ford says. It comes out harsher than expected.

“Ya don’t need me to kiss you on the cheek before you go off to your nerd school.” Stan retorts. It comes out tasting bitter.

“This is JUST LIKE YOU! Can’t you at least pretend to be happy for me?”

“I am happy for ya, Sixer!”

“No you’re not! You’ve been moping around the past few months like someone shot your puppy! I swear, if you’re trying to guilt me…”

“I’m NOT! I just don’t get why you’re so desperate to get away from me!”

“Maybe it’s because I’ve never had a moment away from you in my life! Gosh, Stan you are so clingy! You’re annoying and loud and dumb, and clearly trying to ride off my coattails cus you obviously can’t succeed in your own!”

A beat.

“You really think all that?” Stan whispers. Ford reaches out.

“Stan… I didn’t mean-“

“No, you made yourself clear. You don’t need me.”

“Stan-“

“I’m just a dumber, sweatier, less cool version of you. Of course you’d want rid of me, everyone else does.”

“It’s not like that-“

“THEN WHAT IS IT LIKE, STANFORD? What happened to ‘where we go, we go together’? You wanna fuck off to some stupid nerd school and never talk to me again? Fine, just don’t expect me to just be waiting for ya! I don’t need you, anyway! I don’t need ANYONE!”

They stare at each other for a moment, before Ford got into the el Diablo and drove away, leaving Stan standing there on the beach, alone.

——

As Ford drove to California, he couldn’t stop thinking about Stan. He was angry with him, but he also really regretted what he said to him. He didn’t realise just how bad things had gotten between them. It made his heart hurt. Ford stopped for gas, and he noticed a bit of paper in the sun visor. he flipped it down to see a photograph. He cried.

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The first few months were a blur for Stan. He’d wake up, work the shop during the morning, and spend every other second on the Stan o War. His dad told him it was a waste of money, and even Stan didn’t know why he kept trying with it, but he did. It was his only reason to exist at this point, the only spark of joy in a dull and uninteresting life.

Stan was determined to fix her up, even if it meant researching boats in the library, learning to use tools and materials he didn’t understand, or even sneaking into a trade school out in Atlantic city to pretend to be a student and gain access to specialised tools. 

3 months later, the Stan O War seemed seaworthy, at least to Stan. He took a weekend off from the pawn shop, which his father was not happy about, and decided to take his boat on her maiden voyage. The day he chose was storming and rough, but Stan didn’t think about that. 

Not until the waves capsized the boat and he had to be rescued by a small cargo ship. 

The ship’s crew reprimanded Stan for being so stupid, taking such a small boat out sailing for the first time on a stormy winter day without a life jacket or anything. But they were also impressed by Stan’s workmanship on the Stan o War, that he’d fixed it up pretty much by himself. The ship’s mechanic offered Stan a position as an apprentice pretty much on the spot, an offer which Stan took.

His parents were shocked to learn that Stan suddenly had a job, one that would have him sailing off for months at a time. Caryn cried and hugged Stan, talking about how proud she was but also how worried. Filbrick just seemed happy that Stan wouldn’t be leeching off him anymore. 

Stan wanted to tell Ford. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted Ford to be proud, or if he wanted to just prove that he didn’t need him after all. All these months, Stan had not called Ford. He hadn’t called Stan either. Stan looked at the phone for a good hour, before he just walked away, not even dialling his brother’s number. 

Stan spent about a month learning the basics, before his first time at sea. He was going to miss the holidays with his family, and he wasn’t going to see Ford. He didn’t want to see Ford. He was really sure why.

——

West Coast Tech was amazing. Ford loved it. It was like a magical world compared to glass shard beach. Sure, his peers were still put off by him, but they respected his intellect. And they didn’t shove him in lockers.  Ford truely excelled.

After about a week, Ford thought about Stan. It was lonely, and Ford wanted to apologise. But somehow, every time he phoned home and his mother would ask if he wanted to talk to Stanley, Ford found himself making some lame excuse about how he was busy.

Stan hadn’t called him either, which somehow really annoyed Ford. Like, Stan really just didn’t care, he really only ever cared about himself and once Ford stopped being useful to him… just no contact for months. It hurt. 

Then he heard from his mother about Stan’s new job as an apprentice boat mechanic. It seemed Stan was going to get to go sailing around the world having adventures. Just this time, it’s without him. It stung, more than Ford was willing to admit. He abandoned their dream, surely he didn’t deserve to complain about Stan living it.

It also meant Ford wouldn’t see his brother during the winter break.

——

It took about 4 years for Stan to become a good enough maritime engineer to let his mentor, a grizzly old man Stan only knew as ‘Bolts’, to retire. He spent the next two years at sea. He made good money, and got to go all over the world on the merchant ship he worked on. He learned a lot, not just about boats and mechanics, but also about business. He got to know a lot of people, at the docks and in the sea side towns and cities he’d stay in whilst shipments were coming in. He became a trusted part of the crew, learned Spanish and mandarin, and even got to punch a sea monster in the face. 

Needless to say life was good. 

He hadn’t been back at glass shard beach since he first left home. He hadn’t spoken to Ford since either. He called his mum any time he could, so he knew Ford had gotten his phd and was doing alright. He was moving to Oregon for some reason, and their father wasn’t very happy about it. Stan also knew Ford hadn’t visited home in a long time either.

That didn’t matter. Stan knew Ford probably didn’t want to see him anyway. Stan was in Lisbon, getting married to a Portuguese woman he’d met two weeks ago. Sure, the last marriage hadn’t worked out, and he was pretty sure he had a kid in Shanghai he never met, but surely this time would be different.

It wasn’t. Stan ended up leaving her on the alter, scared to settle down, to commit. He spent that night with one of the navy boys on the dock, rather than his beautiful bride. It was probably for the best. Next up was back to America. Florida, apparently. Maybe Stan and some of his mates would go visit Disney world, see if he could take a princess on a date…

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Ford has long since decided that gravity falls was the very best place in the world. During his undergraduate degree, he’d had a great time at WCT, but as he did his grad program and doctorate, it seemed people took him less and less seriously. Many professionals looked down on his chosen field of “unusualology”, something Ford himself had coined. 

Still, his science was sound, and some shady government agency gave WCT a blank check for Ford’s research into the strange and bizarre. Which sent him to gravity falls, the home of the weird. 

It felt strange, though, with no one to share it with. It didn’t bother Ford. He’d made it through college alone. And it definitely didn’t affect his work, not at all.

Ford’s current research had lead him to a cave, somewhere he speculated a shaman visited a thousand years ago. Said shaman was said to have “met with a god” and bought down great wisdom and knowledge from the cave. Maybe he’d be able to get some answers as to what is causing all the weirdness….

[grabmeapitt]

October Challenge #9 "The Silence After"

"Give us one good reason why we shouldn't take him with us," the nymph behind Stan sneers. Her nails dig into his shoulders, and her other two sisters are holding either arm with inhuman strength.

"Look, ladies," Stan starts with a nervous chuckle, "Not that you ain't gorgeous, but you don't really want-" but he is cut off with a strangled sound as flowers poof into existence in his mouth, acting as a gag and preventing him from continuing to speak.

"We didn't ask you," the nymph says sharply, then once more looks at you with feral intensity. "Now. Why do you think you can tell us what to do with our rightfully captured prey?"

"I-" you start, "He... he means a lot to a lot of people! He's a brother and an uncle and a mentor and explorer... and really brings some color to the town-"

"You have said many words, but did not answer our question," the head nymph interrupts. "What gives you the right?"

"He's... he's my boss..." you say helplessly. "Er... my boss' boss..."

The two nymphs holding Stan's arms titter in mocking laughter, and the head nymph looks incredibly unimpressed. She begins some sort of song in a language you don't recognize, and the nymphs slowly sinking back into the trees, bringing Stan with them.

Stan looks at you with panic and hope in his face, and you know there's only one more thing you can do, even if you'll never hear the end of it.

"I love him, OK?" you shout, tears of embarrassment and fear starting to collect in your eyes. "He's so funny and charismatic and brave and so incredibly loyal to his family and friends!" And now that the dam you had carefully built over the whole time you knew Stan has burst, you can't stop the flood of reasons why you've fallen in love. "He tells such stupid stories but I'm always hanging on every word, and his terrible puns make me groan but I secretly think they're really clever! And he dances and speaks Spanish, and he boxes and he's so strong and his hair just falls perfectly over his forehead, and his laugh is so loud but hearing it makes me know he's happy, which is all I've ever wanted!" Tears are now streaming down your face, and you stare down the nymphs with a fierce gleam in your eyes. "I love Stan Pines and you cannot take him!"

The nymphs look shocked for a few moments, then their faces fade into misty smiles, changing their fearful faces to something sweet and beautiful. "Well. We cannot interfere with true love." The head nymph nods to you, and she and the other two release Stan, and soon disappear into the trees.

You run towards Stan, not fast enough to catch him before he falls to the ground. "Stan!" you shout, sliding down into a kneel to help him up. He frantically claws the flowers out of his mouth with both hands, and after a solid minute of coughing and spitting, he takes a deep breath and relaxes against a boulder, looking up at the sky and closing his eyes.

"Are you OK?" you ask tentatively.

"Yeah." he says. "I dunno what it is with these supernatural babes..." He opens his eyes and moves to face you, but you can't bear to look at him. "Hey," he says, "Did you really mean all that stuff?"

"I-" you start, then he interrupts.

"An' don't lie t'me. I'm a world class liar, I can tell when I'm bein' lied to."

You take a deep breath, still not looking at him. "Yeah. I really meant it all."

"And why am I just findin' out about this now?" he asks, sounding annoyed.

You turn to face him, ready to plead your defense. "Oh come on, Stan. What would be the point? You're my boss's boss, you're traveling all the time, we're so different to the point where it might just be scandalous, and of course who knows if you even like me back! And why would you? I'm just-"

"Kid," Stan says wholeheartedly. "Shut up."

And before you can respond, he has you in a kiss.

It's everything you've ever imagined it to be and more, because this time his scratchy stubble and strong arms are real. He brings you closer to him against the boulder, to the point where you are kneeling on either side of him, savoring the way the two of you seem to fit together perfectly and thinking the kiss would never end.

When you finish he shifts so the two of you are sitting against the boulder, still holding each other close, and just enjoying the silence after.

You don't know what's going to happen next, but in this moment Stan is yours and you are his, and that's all that really matters.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Note: I've seen some misunderstandings here and there about the way Stan uses "kid". Calling someone "kid" in American English can be used both as a cute nickname for actual children or people who are younger than you, but it's also used as a flirtatious term of endearment, especially from a man to a woman. In fact, one of the most famous lines in all of American Cinema History, "Here's lookin' at you, kid" from the movie Casablanca is used in this way, where the main character is saying goodbye forever to the woman he loves. So if you feel weird about Stan calling you kid... you don't have to ;)

[grody-cosplay-n-crap]

I saved this comic as “Sailbrough”

[grabmeapitt]

October Challenge # 20 "Ashes and Smoke"

It had been a long, awful day. And to make it even worse, there wouldn't be any video chat with Stan to look forward to tonight. He had told you a few days ago he and Ford would have to be radio silent for the next week. Although you wanted to be brave and supportive, you were privately very annoyed, especially on days like today. So now, all you want to do is immediately get into your pajamas, heat up some leftovers, and climb into bed.

The sight of your door is a welcome one, and you shuffle up to it, your house key already extended to unlock the door. You insert the key into the lock and turn it-

But it doesn't turn.

It doesn't turn because it is already unlocked.

You sigh to yourself. You know you were in a hurry that morning, but it still was a weird mistake to make. And you start to feel worried as you think of who- or what- could have taken advantage of the open door.

Of course you'd have to worry about something stupid like this after such an exhausting day. Why couldn't you-

You stop dead at the sight of the kitchen.

It is a mess. You count at least three bowls with who-knows-what in them scattered on the counters, spices, onions, eggshells... your brain stops processing everything it's seeing, and instead telegraphs a very important realization.

Someone had been in your house. And worse yet, they could still be here.

You grab a rolling pin from off the counter, and slowly start to creep around. It wasn't long before you start faintly smelling something... something that was familiar, something that makes your heart leap in your throat.

It was the smell of Stan's cigars. Someone had been in here, made a mess in your kitchen, and was using Stan's cigars.

Anger boiled over in you, instantly replacing the fear. It was bad enough Stan wasn't here, bad enough you couldn't even talk to him, but the fact that someone had the audacity to come in and interrupt your night, and use your husband's cigars-

Your white hot rage only increases as you turn the corner into the bedroom, seeing the ashtray on the dresser, the ashes and smoke from the cigar perched on it making you so angry you can't even think straight. Then you hear the bathroom door open, and whirl around, raising the rolling pin high-

To see Stan in his burgundy bathrobe, hair wet, sailor's beard gone, and wearing an incredibly devastating smirk. "Heya, toots," he says. "How's it goin'?"

You drop the rolling pin and with it all of the fear, anger, and exhaustion, and run into his arms. He laughs as he picks you up and spins you around, then lets you down and gives you a hard, passionate kiss.

"What are you doing here?" you ask joyfully when you come up for air. "I thought you were still in Alaska!"

"I wanted to surprise ya," Stan says. "That's why I told you we had to go radio silent; you woulda figured it out- or Ford would've blown it."

You laugh, then shake your head. "I was ready to pound you to a pulp!" you tell him. "I thought someone had broken in!"

"Good," Stan says. "Glad to see you ain't totally helpless while I'm gone,"

"You are apparently," you say. "What's with that mess down there?"

Stan shrugs. "Thought I'd make dinner. I just put the lasagna in the oven, so we got a while yet."

"Wow," you sigh happily. "Stanley Pines, you're amazing."

"Yeah, I know," he says with a chuckle.

"Wait," you say, as an unpleasant thought crosses your mind. You step out of Stan's embrace and back up towards the rolling pin. "How do know you're not... that you're..."

"Y'mean that I'm really me, and not a shapeshifter or possessed or fairy illusion?" Stan fills in.

You nod your head slowly, and shift your stance to something casual that will still allow you to run if you have to.

Stan grins, and walks over to you, taking you by the waist and leaning over to whisper something in your ear, then leans back to watch you expectantly.

His words make you blush, but absolutely proves the man standing in front of you with the goofy grin and wicked glint in his eye is your husband.

Stan shakes his head and clucks his tongue. "Oh Mrs. Pines, you've been separated from me for way too long if you're having that kind of reaction."

"Shut up, you love it," you tease him.

Stan nods with his wolf smile. "You got that right," he agrees.

"You said dinner will take a while?" you ask.

"Yep, we got plenty of time," his eyes gleam with the answer.

"Then let's not waste another second," you say, then shriek with surprise and laugh as Stan scoops you up into his arms.

[grody-cosplay-n-crap]

Sailor Stan part 3

I was going to make Eddie the other cat but then I was like ‘no. no this is way funnier’

[grabmeapitt]

October Challenge #22 "Magic"

You don't think you have ever felt so alive.

You are standing at the bow of the Stan O'War II as it sails out into open water. The sound of the boat racing through the water, the sight of the big blue ocean, the smell of diesel and salt water, and the wind blowing your hair back all combines to make you feel so full of happiness you think you could fly. You can't help but laugh and spread out your arms, as if trying to embrace everything about the moment and hold it forever.

You hear a chuckle behind you and turn to see Stan looking at you with a giant smile on his face. "What?" you ask.

"Nothin', he says, a fond look in his eye. "You just seem to be havin' a real good time."

You give him a giant grin. "How can't I? This is pure magic!"

He walks over to stand next to you, and takes a deep breath, his nose redder than usual from the wind, and closes his eyes as he finds your hand to hold it in his. "It sure is," he murmurs. You move closer and use your other hand to hold his arm, snuggling closer to him and putting your head on his shoulder in contentment.

"Do you ever get tired of it?" you ask, voice still in awe.

You feel him turn slightly, and he kisses you on the top of your head, bringing you in with his other arm. "Nah," he answers.

"I don't think I could ever be happier," you sigh.

"Heh, is that a challenge?" Stan asks, looking at you with a gleam in his eye.

"What do you me-" but he already has you in a kiss. His calloused hands are on your cheeks, guiding you, and your arms quickly wrap around him and clutch onto the back of his sea coat as if you are holding on for dear life while he deepens the kiss.

When you are done, there is this warm glow inside of you that, combined with the excitement of sailing, makes you wonder if you could shoot golden sparks from your fingertips.

"Well, toots?" he asks in a low voice, his hands still cupping your face and one of his thumbs gently caressing your cheek. "Could you get happier?"

You take a big breath and smile up at him. "Yes," you answer. "But I think we need to try again, just to make sure."

His grin grows as he looks at you, and he shrugs. "OK-" he barely gets out before your bring him in for another magical kiss.

[grabmeapitt]

Promptober #29: "Begin Again"

You've lost count of the times you've stood on this marina. It's been hot, cold, rainy, sunny... you've even been here a couple of times at night. You don't even have to use your GPS to get here anymore, and know where there is always parking, where to get the cheapest gas, and already have a favorite spot to grab a bite to eat.

Sometimes the marina is a hated sight, but sometimes, like today, it's your favorite place in the world.

Because today, Stan is coming home.

He and his brother take several trips throughout the year to sail around the world, finding anomalies, cursed treasure, and who knows what else. Stan has told you it had been their dream since childhood, and you always feel warm inside when you hear him talk about their adventures and how much they rely on each other. You know they are doing good for the world and know it makes Stan happy, but saying goodbye never gets easier.

Of course, that makes welcoming him back even better.

You look up when you hear that familiar gruff voice call your name, and you race towards Stan's open arms, nearly knocking him over. He lets out a booming laugh- your favorite sound on earth- then brings you in to a deep kiss full of relief, happiness, and love.

You greet his brother with a happy hug, and before you know it you've all made it home. You know the whole cycle of Stan leaving, you missing him, and him coming back will begin again, but right now you savor every moment in his arms.