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[lydiahosek]

Stanuary Week 4: Safe

Inspired by thesnadger’s comments on this post (which I LOVE) about the bit with the grappling hook in the finale credits and how Stan finally feels secure in his relationship with Ford again.

[smallmomoart]

I’ve been reading a bunch of angsty Stan fanfics, and so I figured I’d hit two birds with one stone and practice doodling my favorite old man while honoring probably my favorite Stangst fic “Fear of the Dark” as well. I might try to do tiny comic based on it sometime, but for now have a sad grunk.

[mythomagically-delicious]

I was looking for a specific Ghost Stan AU story, thought I found it, DID NOT and now I’m invested in this different Ghost Stan story that’s so SAD but I want to know how it ends.

[stanchez-sloppy-seconds]

@thesnadger reblogged this from stanchez-sloppy-seconds

#stanchez#<3 <3 <3#oh my god they would be the worst most insufferable#i feel like this would go one of two ways#one--they irritate each other trying to move around in this and take it off after a minute#or two#they're shockingly capable of moving around in this without getting in each others way#with total ease#(comes from a lifetime's worth of crazy capers that involved getting accidentally handcuffed/shackled/tied together)#and instead they get in the way of everyone else#i actually think the second one is more likely#like everyone expects them to drive each other crazy and burn the sweater by the end of the day#but instead they're just totally casual about it#what has mabel done#she had created a monster#(that said mabel is the only one who isn't surprised)#look at these cuties#cutie patooties#rad art

I know I always do this to you Snadge when you reblogged my stuff, but I’m posting your tags yet again cause they are so flawlessly on point to my own headcanons regarding my art that I need everyone to appreciate them please.

Just all the yes. These. Tags. Are. Golden. Wrap them in a bow and call them a present. I love them. <3

[venusgull]

my piece for the stanchez bang! ahh i was so excited to do this and doubley excited when i got thesnadger, i love their work! please do read funeral’s with cake, it’s the super cutest <3

plus these were super fun! i’ve barley done any backgrounds or foreground objects so this was a neat learning experience

i’m so glad i decided to participate, thanks everyone! i hope y’all had fun too!

[haberdashing]

@thesnadger‘s post about various scenarios where Ford ends up in need of rescue once again inspired me, specifically the entry “The Stans are exploring a suburb. Ford is invited to a cocktail party and has to socialize.” At first, it seemed like just a humorous outlier, but after some consideration I thought of at least one way in which it could lead to Ford being in mortal peril in line with the rest.

If anyone wants to turn this outline into a fic, by all means, go for it!

(tw: ableism)

Ford tries to be a good guest at the cocktail party. He really does. Sure, what little he once knew of Earth cocktail party etiquette is buried under knowledge of etiquette for various other gatherings on other planets in other dimensions, but he does what he can, follows others’ leads, even manages to contribute to conversation a few times. He may not be comfortable there, but it doesn’t seem to be a total disaster, and even if it were, what’s the worst that could happen? Being kicked out and looked down upon by some stuffy suburbanites he’ll likely never see again?

One of the other cocktail party attendees, however, has a very different view of the situation. They see Ford and they see someone who is casually talking about the supernatural and other dimensions as if their existence was a given, as if he’d experienced them first-hand- so he’s clearly some kind of delusional, and his body language screamed that he was nervous, wound up, hiding something- unhinged, probably, and they just don’t feel safe around someone like that, and oh my God is that a gun in his pocket okay that settles it I’m calling the police right now.

This sort of thing isn’t a major police priority- depending on the gun laws in the area, Ford may not have even been committing a crime- but they send out an officer just to be safe.

Two things happen when the officer arrives on the scene.

One, Ford doesn’t exactly cooperate calmly when the police arrive, like they presume an innocent person would. (They don’t know, can’t know, that he’s had bad experiences with other police forces in the past, that he’s used to being a wanted man on every dimension but this one.)

And two, when they run the name “Stanford Pines” through the computer... they’re downright amazed at how many crimes he’s wanted for. They’d never seen a rap sheet that long. They didn’t know some of those crimes even existed. What are the odds that such a hardened criminal would be found in their sleepy little suburb, that they would be the ones who got to bring him to justice?

When he gets taken in, Ford naturally protests that he didn’t commit the crimes in question, but the officers don’t exactly buy his explanation that they were committed by his twin brother using his name while he was stuck in another dimension, and respond that he can tell it to the judge.

And he knows better than to think that any judge on Earth outside of Gravity Falls would believe a word of it...

So now it’s up to Ford’s friends and family to break him out of Earth jail before his court date rolls around and all hell breaks loose.

[snapback-gravity-falls]

Career Day

Summary: Soos is gonna be the only kid without a parent/guardian at career day... or is he?

For @thesnadger’s birthday! I hope you enjoy it.

You’ll have to pry this headcanon from my cold, dead hands.

"Hey, Abuelita, are you gonna come to career day tomorrow?” Soos asks as he grabs his work shirt from the clothes’ line.

“Los siento, Soos,” she sighs while gently combing his tousled hair with her fingers. “I tried to get off, but I work tomorrow.”

Soos sighs quietly. “It’s okay, Abuelita. I understand. I’m gonna ride my bike to work, okay?”

“Be careful, mi nieto,” she says.

“I will,” Soos assures with a smile and goes inside to change and grab his bike.

His smile falls and he sighs quietly as soon as he’s out of her hearing range.

He’d been really looking forward to having his Abuelita come to his school. Sure, she didn’t have jobs as grand as the others, but she was still an amazing person all the same. He just wanted all of his friends to see that.

Not that he had many friends that didn’t take advantage of him, but he didn’t notice that.

As he enters the Mystery Shack, he walks up to his boss who was currently counting his money. “Hi, Mr. Pines!”

“Hey, kid,” Mr. Pines says while glancing up at him. He does a double take when he notices the kid’s not as... peppy as usual. “Hey, kid, what’s up?”

“Uh, nothing, Mr. Pines,” Soos says.

“Okay,” he shrugs with indifference.

“It’s just that-”

“Here we go.”

“Everyone’s parents are gonna be at career day tomorrow and my Abuelita can’t come because she has to work. I don’t blame her- she’s taking care of me by working all of her jobs- but I just wanted everyone to see how great she is.”

Something in Mr. Pines’ cold, dark, empty soul stirs and he ruffles the boy’s hair. “Don’t worry about it. C’mon, we’ve got a lotta work today.”

Soos barely had time to think about why he was upset. He helped fix the radiator in the car... or rather he watched Mr. Pines do it and handed him the tools he requests while Mr. Pines talked him through the process (Gee Mr. Pines, you’d be a great mechanic!). He fixed the vending machine and then changed multiple light bulbs. Instead of letting him eat by himself during lunchtime like he normally would, he at down at the table and gruffly made some excuse. Soos was just happy to have lunch with his boss. And at the end of the day instead of taking the boy home right away like he normally would, he sat down and watched a (dumb) cartoon with him.

Soos yawns and leans back against Mr. Pines’ chair and he finds it hard to keep his eyes open.

At some point he couldn’t open his eyes again even when he tries after feeling himself be picked up like he was five again.

“Moses, you’re heavy, kid,” Mr. Pines grunts while carrying the boy.

Soos tries to open his eyes after he’s placed in the car and finds Mr. Pines carrying his bike with one hand with his helmet in the other hand.

Against his will his eyes close again and he hears the bike being put in the trunk.

He’s only vaguely aware of the drive and can’t quite understand what Mr. Pines and his Abuelita are saying again by the time he’s picked up again and carried to the door.

The last thing he remembers is being tucked in and hearing a quiet, “G’night, kid” just before the door closes.

Soos sighs as he shrugs on his backback and makes his way down the stairs of the bus.

I’ll be the only kid without someone here for career day, he thinks.

“Sir! Sir, you can’t park there!”

“Yeah, I can,” a familiar gruff voice says.

“Sir, you have no children here so I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

Soos whirls around and sees Mr. Pines standing there with the principle standing in front of him. He’s wearing a nicer suit and he’s wearing a regular tie (the one he normally wears for heists.

“Mr. Pines!” Soos shouts and rushes over. “What’re you doing here?”

Mr. Pines has a faint blush of embarrassment on his face and he straightens his tie. “Hey, kid. Figured I’d pop by.”

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” the principle says.

“I’m here for the kid’s uh- what was it called that your grandma was comin’ to?”

“Career day,” Soos says and his eyes widen. “You’re coming to my class for career day?”

“Yeah, kid,” Mr Pines says while clearing his throat. “His guardian wrote this for me to be allowed.”

The principle goes over it and sighs. “Alright, I suppose.”

“C’mon, Mr. Pines!” Soos says while grabbing the man’s hand and practically dragging him inside.

“Alright, alright, kid, I’m coming,” Mr. Pines says.

“Hey, Soos, what’s Mr. Mystery doing here with you?” One of his classmates asks.

“He came here because Abuelita couldn’t come,” Soos says.

“You know he doesn’t count, right?” A girl asks.

“What do you mean?” Soos asks.

“He’s not your parent. He’s not even your grandpa,” she points out. “Why couldn’t you get your dad to come?”

Soos looks away with a bitter taste in my mouth at the mention of his father. “My dad’s gone.”

Before she can say anything else Soos rushes off with the bathroom pass at hand with tears in his eyes.

“Soos!”

He’s run halfway down the hall before Mr. Pines catches up to him.

“Lemme go,” Soos says with a thick voice. He doesn’t want anyone- least of all his boss- to see him cry.

Soos’ eyes widen as he’s pulled into a hug- something that’s never happened before.

“I know it’s hard, kid... but it’ll get easier,” Mr. Pines says. “Don’t let what they say get t’ ya- they aren’t worth it... and y’know, it’s okay t’ cry sometimes.”

Soos merely hugs him back a bit harder and quietly asks, “Can we leave?”

Mr. Pines pulls away enough to pull out his handkerchief and gently clean off the boy’s face. “No, that’d let ‘em win... We’re gonna go back in there and we’re gonna get outta here after school and get some ice cream or somethin’. Is that a deal?”

Soos sniffles and nods. “Okay.”

“Atta boy,” Mr. Pines says with a grin and then walks with Soos back to the classroom.

“Soos? And- uh- Mr. Pines?”

The two of them get up and Mr. Pines fixes his suit.

“Everyone, this is my- uh- boss, Mr. Pines. He runs the Mystery Shack,” Soos explains.

“Instead of tellin’ you a bunch of boring stuff about my job, why don’t I show you a bit?” Mr. Pines asks.

He performs little tricks that gets everyone- even the adults- excited and he’s the favorite out of everyone that’s come. Other kids ask him about what it’s like to work at the Mystery Shack and Soos- for once- is really popular other than being taken for granted.

Afterwards- as promised- Mr. Pines took him out to get ice cream and let him get anything he wanted. He ended up getting a chocolate ice cream cone with sprinkles while Mr. Pines just got a regular vanilla ice cream cone. Mr. Pines ended up cleaning up his face when he failed to accomplish it like he wanted. Finally it was time for the boy to get home and do his homework for his other classes.

“Thanks for coming and then getting me ice cream, Mr. Pines,” Soos says as he’s dropped off in front of his house.

“No problem, kid,” Mr. Pines says with a smile. “Go on inside and tell Ramona I say hi.”

“Alright, Mr. Pines. L- See you later,” Soos says and then turns, blushing a little at almost slipping up and rushes inside to talk with his auntie.

Next time Soos shows up for work Stanley’s surprised to find that his grandmother sent some food as gratitude for showing up for career day.

Stanley eats the food and nearly cries over how delicious it is and over the fact that someone’s grateful to him for once. He’s more grateful to the boy for being one of the few good things in his life so he sees no need for himself to get any gift of any kind.

He’s over the moon over the fact that he gets more over the course of a week.

I don’t deserve this, he thinks. It was the least I could do for the kid.

He looks at how Soos smiles when he ruffles his hair and feels a small smile wanting to tug itself into existence.

I don’t deserve him... but... I’m glad he’s here.

[homeschooledangel]

Figured out how to put custom pictures on my iPhone’s wallpaper, so now I have @peekabooitsmiko‘s lil doodle of Mabel she made me to cheer me up a while back and my JimStan Relavitiy Falls commission from grapefruitbomba as my lock and home screens respectively. And what I commissioned from peekabooitsmiko for my College Drop Out Dipper AU is also my laptop’s lock screen, and the background pic on my computer alternates between all the art peekabooitsmiko, bomba, and @thesnadger have done for me.

If you can’t tell, I love you guys.