#stanchezweek

[spinetrick]

stanchez week day 5 - roadtrip

[gufyresthere]

Road trip I’m super late but I had to do at least one of the prompt from the @stanchezapprectiationweek! 

Pls fullview for better quality~

[mawok]

Road Trip

Rick tricked Stan into a ‘vacation outing’ when really they needed some major counseling from Carol in the middle of space because they wouldn’t agree with anywhere else.

[somniumcomics]

~*Stanchez Appreciation Week 2017*~

~*Day One: Heist*~ (Read from Left to Right~)

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Fractured (F-416) Rick and Stanley started heisting a lot since their young teens, and kept it up throughout their years of being together while traveling the different dimensions-

Stanley made it known to Rick that he wanted to help others who are less fortunate, so they steal from rich and greedy; and give most of what they get to those who need it.

[kirk-doodle]

Stanchez Week Day 5: Roadtrip!

I was gonna draw a Polaroid of mcgucket and Soos but I’m scheduling this because I have to do my Taxes (by the time this is up I’ll probably have already done my taxes) but I’ve been sleeping worth shit and need to be up early.

playlist to go with it: https://open.spotify.com/user/222lp5zis6uugusnmhajjq5tq/playlist/1wFT7xHs7BBsgPdaLGgpCw?context=spotify%3Auser%3A222lp5zis6uugusnmhajjq5tq%3Aplaylist%3A1wFT7xHs7BBsgPdaLGgpCw

all star is on their twice to mess with Ford while they are on the drive down.

[magnetichummus]

you’ve earned your heist badge!

i started getting into embroidery about maybe a month ago and decided what better to do for stanchez appreciation week than embroidered merit badges? i’m really proud of how these are coming out, considering i haven’t been doing this very long lol

[bluestarrco]

Stanchez Week Day 1: Heist

Just stealing loots with a new pal!

[oldmenkissing]

Stanchez week day 3: Domestic Life! I think this is my favourite one because you gotta love that domesticity. Title: Of Maple Syrup And Laughter Rating: G maybe? Warnings: There’s an off-handed comment Stan makes about not caring about himself, but I think that’s it They’d made the decision the evening after Rick had turned up again, this time with a young girl - maybe 5 or 6 - whom Stan had assumed was Beth. He hadn’t met the little girl before, but he could recognise her by the features she shared with her father, and those he’d glimpsed of her mother when he’d shown up after breaking out of prison.

He’d offered to let his old partner stay, and Rick had agreed quickly. Then came the discussion of sleeping arrangements. Stan agreed to set up an extra bed in the attic for Beth, and offered his own bed to Rick. Rick, however, said he’d be fine on the couch. Both of them, being the stubborn asses that they are, weren’t about to budge on the matter.

Which lead to them sleeping on opposite side of Stan’s bed, but still sharing it all the same. And honestly, despite the fact that they stayed back-to-back for most of the night, Stan was glad to have the other man sleeping beside him again.

After the sun had crept up the sky the following morning, letting its rays light up and warm the room, Stanley awoke to the sound of little feet padding across the floor. He cracked open an eyelid, rolling over to see little Beth walking into the room, probably with the intention of waking her dad so she wouldn’t be alone in this strange house.

“Hey kiddo,” he greeted.

“Um… Hi,” Beth responded quietly.

The man pushed himself out of bed, walking over to Beth and crouching down to her eye-level.

“Why don’t we let your dad rest, huh? We can go make pancakes.”

The little girl twisted the hem of her pyjama shirt around her fingers and nodded, following Stan into the kitchen. Once there, he lifted her up so she could sit on the counter and began gathering ingredients.

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Rick woke up in a bed that wasn’t his own, but the familiar scent of his old friend reminded him of where he was, and he smiled.

He shuffled into the kitchen, hoping to get some coffee, and was greeted by Beth sitting on the counter, giggling and stirring something in a large bowl.

“Dad!” She greeted, grinning.

Stan turned around to face him as well, and smiled.

“I thought you might enjoy the rest, so uh…” he trailed off.

“We’re making pancakes!”

“Heh, yeah, we’re making pancakes for breakfast. Your kid’s a good helper.”

The taller man just stood in the doorway, smiling slightly as his daughter spilt pancake batter on her clothes. She seemed to be enjoying herself, which was good. He should’ve guessed though, Stanley was good with kids. Probably better than himself.

“So do I-I get to try some of these pancakes, or do I just have to hear about them?”

“They’re not done yet!” the little girl giggled. “Uncle Stanley said he’d cook them so I don’t get hurt on the stove.”

Rick chuckled. “Since when did you care about safety?”

“Since it wasn’t me."

The weight of that comment flew right over Beth’s head. Rick was glad. Now probably wasn’t the time to talk about this. Instead, he crossed the kitchen, checking to see how his kid was going with mixing.

“Do you want me to do that for you?”

She kept trying for a moment, getting the spoon stuck in the thick batter. She nodded. Her father took the bowl from her and stood by the stove.

The kitchen was filled with laughter as Stan told bad jokes that someone Beth’s age could appreciate. Rick would deny that he snickered. There was a calm vibe as they made breakfast. Old mistakes were buried, or at least put aside for now. It felt homey. Rick could get used to this. He’d almost forgotten how well he and Stan clicked.

Not for the first time, he wondered if he’d made the wrong choice, married the wrong person (not that he could marry Stan, but the meaning still stood), but he pushed that aside too. Now wasn’t the time for discussing off-handed remarks that held more meaning. Now wasn’t the time for questioning life decisions. Now wasn’t the time for arguing, or worrying, or over-analysing.

Now was a time for laughter, for bad jokes, for bonding. Now was a time for gently brushing hands. Now was the time for love that still stood strong.

But most importantly, now was a time for pancakes.