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I could never hate Stanley Pines, i don’t care how many crimes he’s committed or the couple times he acted like a dick.

He was a kid who was never really good at anything, he was told he was a lost cause and would never achieve anything, then he got kicked out of his home because of a simple mistake (that didnt end up mattering because Ford still went to uni and got 50000 PhD’s and got rich), he had to live out of his car for 10 years and is legally not allowed to enter half of america, he went to jail and got into trouble with anybody who could ever hurt him, he had to chew his way out of the trunk of a car, he was never good at making products, he never achieved anything by being a travelling salesman.

Then he thinks his brother wants to see him again, he visits him, his brother immediately tells him to get the fuck away from him, ofcourse Stan gets mad and ford ends up going theough the portal, then Stanley, FAKES HIS OWN DEATH! HE HAS TO WITNESS ONLY 2 PEOPLE SHOWING UP TO HIS FUNERAL!!! AND HE TAKES UP THE MYSTERY SHACK AND LIVES IN A SMALL BACKWATER TOWN WITH DANGEROUS MONSTERS FOR 30 YEARS TO GET HIS BROTHER THAT HATES HIM BACK FROM WHATEVER DIMENSION HE WENT TO! HE SPENT 30 YEARS BUILDING A PORTAL HE HAD NO IDEA HOW TO BUILD, HE COULD HAVE FAKED HIS DEATH AND TOOK FORD’S FORTUNE AND DONE WHAT HE WANTED BUT INSTEAD HE STAYED BEHIND POSSIBLY WASTING HIS LIFE TO GET HIS BROTHER BACK!!!

And what does he get? He gets a punch in the face, he gets his family turning on him, he gets his brother trying to tear his niece and nephew apart, he gets the fear of almost getting kicked out by a family member once again, he gets the apocalypse, he gets a forced apology, he gets his mind erased, HE THINKS HES NEVER DONE ANYTHING WORTHWHILE IN HIS LIFE BECAUSE HE SACRAFICED HIS ENTIRE LIFE FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HIM

Sailing the world was the least Ford could do for him, STANLEY PINES THEY COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

Ever think about how stan’s a stingy hoarder because he had to live with nothing for so long? You ever think about how Ford was given everything he ever wanted on a silver platter while Stanley had to lick necessities off of knives? You ever think about how Ford took his whole life for granted and complained to his brother; the man who had nothing? You ever think about how much stan loves his family when their natural instinct is to hate him? You ever think about the fact that the only reason his famiky reaches out to him is because they think he’s ford? I do, i do think about these things

Begging for some twins in time fics, please yall, I need Kid Stan and Post college ford angst, I need it 😭

Watching Wolfs with my parents, I’m actually really enjoying it

Spoilers?

who tf was gonna tell me Ron from twd was the ODing kid in it? That mf was RUNNING

I was watching TikTok edits (as one does) and have recently been OBSESSED with bull riding edits, especially “The 7 million dollar bullrider” edits of JB Mauney, and was thinking about how Fiddleford is from Tennessee, him in chaps riding a bull.. I’m speechless, quaking in my boots.

ALSO why are there like no x reader fics of Fiddleford, like.. I wont him so bad, yall don’t get it

There’s a TikTok sound going round recently, it’s audio from Marie Antoinette mixed with Thérèse by Maya Hawke, it’s the “but you, shall be mine” clip, and people have been using it for Mabel and Stan (in comparison to Ford and Dipper) and Young Stan and their mother, and I can’t stop thinking about Stan attending his funeral as ford and having to sit next to his mother, realising how much she actually loved him, unlike his father.

And how she probably saw so much of Stan in ‘ford’ and him having to not just tell her that it’s him. Ripping my hair out and crying. I’m sorry y’all, I love ford, but Stan… like, the angst but also sweetness of it, I need y’all to bare with

(And I know that she and an IRIS agent were the only ones who attended, let me cry in peace)

People keep talking about the 8-Ball lore in gravity falls, where on their first day staying with Stan, Mabel and Dipper contemplate leaving and ratting him out to the FBI but leave the decision to an 8-ball, and Stan hears them through the door, thinking back to how he let them take one thing from the gift shop for free in hopes it might incentivise them into staying, bro rip my heart out already, I hate this shit.

One dynamic I think a lot of people don’t talk about enough is Mabel and Stans relationship, how Stan grew up as the “Stupid” twin, and always tried to cling to ford, because his and fords friendship and brotherhood was all he really had, how Mabel grew up as the “silly” twin, how she clings to her and her brothers youth (the Summerween episode when she’s upset it’s their last Halloween, the games she plays with dipper that they played as young children) and stresses that she’ll lose her brother when he gets offered to be fords apprentice.

And I just genuinely love the relationship they have, yes it’s just a silly show, but you can see how they learn from each other, and I think it’s sweet, Stan encourages Mabel to enjoy herself and BE silly, after being compared to his brother for the first (the most important) years of his life he breaks that cycle, and doesn’t compare Mabel to her brother, because he acknowledges that they’re different, they have different skills and passions and dreams, just like how he and ford are different, he now knows that. Anyway, I love the character development in this show, it’s so beautiful. Love ya’ll <33

oogh. augh

Rewatching Gravity Falls at an older age and realising why I liked Stan so much, I related to him and his younger self so much, growing up as a ‘dumb’ kid, who had passions outside of being ‘smart’ and being compared by my parent to kids my age who were academically smarter than me, and wanting so badly to be close with people and not being able to, it hits so much harder watching this show now and looking back on tiny me, and having so much sympathy for my younger self, who just wanted to please her parents and live up to what they thought of other kids.

To be honest, looking back, I worked so hard, and while I’m still not excelling at school, I never would have believed that I would be in college and on my way to uni in a few years.

This small, 2 seasoned show, genuinely changed my life, as a child, and now as a young adult. This is just a silly little reflection post, kind of a love letter to the Character Stan and maybe Mabel even, they both helped me immensely, anyway, Alex Hirsch is Gods gift to all the kids and adults out there that needs comfort or even just a character to relate to.

That’s all <3

Oh god theres more

so painful to think about tiny stan pines liking to draw and being so inventive and creative while thinking of himself as "a dumb idiot" and "the stupid twin"

Me when all of my older special interests come back with a vengeance, I have homework, I don’t know why my brain expects me to be able to rewatch Gravity Falls, Iasip and all the X-Men movies, like what do you mean

hello!! do you happen to write for little!logan?

Hi, unfortunately I don’t, I’m sorry :(

Unfortunately I am back in my Iasip phase again, prepare to be sick of my ass

Guess who has been rewatching iasip...

Hey yall :) I just wanted some advice, please don’t read any further if you get triggered by mentions of ED or Weight or anything like that, love yall.

I’m really conflicted rn, I don’t know who to talk to about this bc I’m scared my friends or family will think I’m overreacting

It’s no big deal, but it rubbed me the wrong way

I was walking to school after grabbing some lunch with my friends and Bf, we were talking about what food to get after school bc we were doing extra work and most likely wouldn’t be able to get home for a proper dinner.

and I jokingly said “I can finish a McDonald’s cheeseburger in a few bites”

I was laughing and my friend were laughing along too, it was obvious I was exaggerating, but my boyfriend goes

“I can tell”

And I laughed it off at the time, I already wasn’t having a great day, he had been making a few other jabs at me throughout the day, so I elected to ignore it, we went back to school, I felt humiliated, so I just plugged in my headphones, picked at a bag of crisps and did some work on my laptop.

I didn’t know how to confront it earlier, but I was so upset, to the point that I was uncomfortable around him, I was making spelling mistakes on my course work, to which he made a few more jabs at me for.

I’ve had an ed for the past 4 years, im slightly chubby, I don’t know how to go about this without looking like I’m playing it up or making myself look like a victim.

I know this isn’t what I usually post, sorry.

I’m sorry if my fics take even longer than usual, I’ve recently started college and it’s a huge workload, so please bare with me, love you all!

Reminder for all the agere accounts to start checking their likes, I shouldn’t even have to, but I was a bit anxious and found out that 18+ accs have been liking my fics, most have “MDNI” in their bio aswell, I’ve had enough, Learn how to read, my fics all have “NSFW” banners on them, please don’t ignore that, I’m a minor and don’t want yall interacting with my content. Thanks

Cajun Dan wearing the Gambit Crop Top!

“More Dad!/CG logan fics” we all say in unison! (Please and ty :)) im so obsessed with how cute they are 🥹)

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

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<RATING: PG, MINOR SCRATCH/BLOOD MENTION>

A/N : Here’s another CG!/Dad!Logan fic with some inspiration from cloudbug08, and a request from an Anonny (THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST 💗) I love bug’s headcanons for CG!Logan heaps, so I included his headcanon of Logan calling you kit :] !!Warning for a minor injury (knee scrape) and a few mentions of blood!!

You and Logan were strolling hand in hand through Walmart. He decided to let you pick out a new stuffie since you haven’t been misbehaving all week. You squeeze Logan’s hand in excitement causing him to chuckle under his breath and smile. The second you spot the section of the store that holds the stuffed animals, you squeal with excitement and run over to the aisle while pulling on Logan’s hand. “C’mon, papa! I wanna get a stuffie! Hurry,” you whine while pulling on his hand. He sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, bub. I’m trying to stay up with you, but you’ve got too much energy for me to keep up with,” he says. You pout at him, letting go of his hand to cross your arms against your chest. He raises his eyebrows while giving you a look that tells you to watch yourself. “Hey now, kid. Don’t get pouty on me. You gotta remember we’re only here because you behaved all week. That could change right now if you don’t drop it,” he says with a gentle voice that still gets the point across. You immediately quit pouting, dropping your arms to your side and reattaching yourself to Logan. “That’s my little kit,” he coos as he brings his hand up to your head and cups your jaw in his palm. You let out a small chirp from his praises, always accepting the sweet words. “Now let’s get you a new friend,” he says, petting the back of your head and walking over to the aisle filled with soft toys.

You and Logan are on his motorcycle now, making your way home. Your new stuffie is secured tightly in your backpack. Your arms squeeze tightly around Logan’s waist. Your body presses against the leather of his bomber jacket, the strong scent of it filling your senses greatly. Your helmet presses against his back while your knees press into him. “We’re almost home, bubs,” he tells you while waiting for the light you’re at to turn green. You nod against him to let you know you heard him.

The two of you arrive home shortly after, Logan pulling into the garage and parking his bike. He gets off first, shaking his head and fixing his hair. He takes your helmet off and smiles at you. “Look at that smile. God, you are too cute,” he compliments while holding out his hand for you to hold. You giggle from his compliment and take his hand. Unfortunately, you trip over your own feet, falling and scraping your knee. From your position on the floor you look up at Logan. “Papa,” you whine as tears brim in your eyes. Logan bites the inside of his cheek and scoops you into his arms. “Oh, baby. Please don’t cry. It’s alright. You’re alright. Just breathe for me, kid,” he pleads before peppering your face with kisses. Your tears stream out of your eyes against your will. Your wrists press against your eyelids as you try your best to wipe away the tears. “Sorry papa,” you mumble pitifully. Logan begins to carry you inside while reassuring you that everything’s okay, you did nothing wrong, you have nothing to apologize for.

He sets you down on the couch and looks you over, kneeling to check for any damage done caused by the trip. “Are you hurt, kid? I need you to use your words so papa can help you,” he says while softly pressing his hands against you. “My knee hurts. I think I scratched it,” you hiccup through tears. He nods and moves his hand to your knee, moving the fabric away from your skin. “Awe. You poor thing,” he says at your knee, kissing to slightly scratched flesh. “We gotta patch you up so you don’t get a yucky infection,” he tells you. He pats your thigh before getting up and going to the bathroom so he can clean you up.

He returns with some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and a piece of candy. “Let’s get you cleaned up, kiddo,” he says with a grunt as he settles onto the ground again. You hold you new stuffie tightly in your arms while biting your lip anxiously in anticipation of pain, watching Logan put some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball. “This is gonna sting a little bit,” he warns. He offers his hand to you and you quickly take it. Despite the fact you’re squeezing his hand so hard that your knuckles turn white, he keeps a straight face. He pats the cotton ball against the slightly bloodied skin causing you to whimper in pain. “Papa,” you whine softly as your tears come back to run down your cheeks. “I know, bub. I know. You got this. You’re my brave little kit, ain’t ya,” he asks with a soft smile, squeezing your hand softly. You continue to cry and nod your head in agreement to his question. Before you know it, he’s done cleaning up your knee. It looks so much better; less red and no longer bleeding. He smiles up at you as you pull him against you tightly. He chuckles as his face is squished against your stomach, feeling his heart melt from the affection. “Good as new, kit. Good as new,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to mess with his hair and show your thanks with physical love.

Heyyyy, i hope you are having a wonderful day, and if not, i hope it gets better

I saw you did a part 2 for worth it and I can't help but want a part 2 for night terror like immediately after the events (like a day or 2) the reader isn't little and comforting logan telling him it wasn't his fault and logans trying to make up for it by over compensating and maybe reader slips again cuz the pain of they're stitches or cuz they feel guilty that logan feels bad because of what he did and it just turns into pure fluff and cuddles by the end

I saw your working on other fics tp so don't feel pressure or anything I just really love your Tumblr thank youuuuuu so much 💗

Night Terrors p2

Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!reader

A/N:Thank you so much Anon! I hope you enjoy this work! I didn’t expect so many people to enjoy Night Terrors considering it was just an offhand idea, but I’m glad ya’ll liked it! ∩^ω^∩

I switched up the request a little bit anon, I hope you still enjoy it.

All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

TW: Logan stresses and feels immensely guilty, slightly description of blood, cuts and bruising.

Logan stares blankly at the tv while you hum drowsily along to the theme tune of the cartoon playing, he clenches his fists when your squirming causes your sleep shorts to ruck up, the gauze peeks through, its dappled with blood.

He clears his throat

“Bee, it’s time to change your bandages.”

You blink up at him, smiling dopily

“Okay pa.”

You wiggle, shifting so Logan can cut off the bandages and replace them.

He drops the first aid kit down next to you in the couch, plopping down onto a stool in front of you, you giggle at the funny picture of his hulking body dwarfing the stool underneath him.

He pushes your shorts away from the gauze, picking up a pair of scissors to cut away the bandage, his hands tremble when the metal touches your skin, blinking out of his haze when you call for him

“Daddy? What’s wrong?”

He rubs a hand over his face

“I can’t believe I let myself hurt you, I’m so sorry honeybee.”

he presses a multitude of kisses on your head, he’s shaken.

“But you didn mean it, you said sorry n it’s all okay now”

Logan blinks, thumbing gently over your kneecap, he smiles at you mournfully

“No, I didn’t mean it, thank you, sweetheart.”

He steadies himself, picking up the scissors to slice through the gauze, he winces at the bloody cuts, the skin around them inflamed and bruising.

He grasps your knee, before swabbing around the stitches with iodine and quickly, sturdily wrapping up your thigh, he gently pats your shin

“All done babydoll.”

You smile, pressing a messy kiss to his bearded cheek, you then start to wring your hands nervously

“Can you decorate the bandage please?”

He huffs through his nose, smiling

“It’ll be coming off tomorrow, you know?”

You nod, stubborn

“Alright bee. Where are your stickers?”

You point to the cabinet under the tv, where all your colouring books and pencils were stored.

His knees creak when he stands, crouching down to retrieve your stickers, he peels a pack open, grunting when he thumps back down onto his stool, you giggle as he fiddles with the stickers, struggling to peel them off of their sheet.

You smile when he gets to work, evenly spreading an amalgamation of different kitten stickers on your thigh, before finally pressing one larger, glittery one to the middle, ever gentle.

“There you go sweets.”

You admire his handiwork, twisting awkwardly to watch the glitter sparkle and glimmer in the light.

“Thank you pa!”

He pushes your hair away from your face, smooshing a kiss to your forehead.

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Logan carries you up the stairs after dinner, your belly full of good, home cooked food. He drops you off in the bathroom.

“Brush your teeth and pee, I’ll get your pyjamas, okay?”

You nod, sleepy.

By the time he’s done, you’re dozing on the toilet seat, wanting to sit down after doing what he told you.

He smiles, gently lifting you again, swiping a smudge of toothpaste off of your cheek.

Logan sets you on the bed, helping you change, before he tucks you under the quilt, pressing a pacifier between your lips and giving you a peck on the cheek

“Sweet dreams honeybee”

You smile dopily, slurring out a

“See you in the mornin papa.”

He nods, smiling gently before moving to leave, swiftly turning around when you cry out

“Where goin?”

He frowns before walking back over, leaning down

“I’m gonna go down stairs and watch some tv, gonna have a cigar bee.”

You make a coughing noise, almost like a gag

“Smell gross”

He laughs lightly

“Yeah, yucky, I know, I won’t be long though, I’ll be here when you wake up, sound good?”

You nod, turning around in the bed to watch him as he closes the door.

You melt into the sheets, knackered.

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You groan, shifting in the bed, pulling your pacifier out of your mouth, you need a glass of water.

Turning to look behind you, cautious that Logan’s behind you, not wanting to wake the man, recognising he needed his rest.

Though the beds empty, the sheets are barely ruffled, cold.

You pitter patter out of bed and down the stairs, careful to skip that one creaky step.

Huffing at the shifting lump on the couch, Logan’s scrunched up on your two seater, grunting in his sleep.

You’re miffed, no longer caring about his ‘rest’ in that moment you gently shake his shoulder, he startles, blinking up at you.

“Bee, what’s the time?”

You furrow your brows, not realising how ridiculous you must appear, one cat sock falling down your leg, wearing matching pyjama shorts and sleep shirt that are both adorned with kittens, one hand on your hip

“Logan, What are you doing?”

“Sleeping?”

You narrow your eyes

“On the couch?”

He huffs, clearly not pleased to be explaining himself

“I knocked out after I smoked my cigar, I had a glass of whiskey, I’m sorry Doll”

You tongue over your teeth, unimpressed

“It doesn’t smell like you smoked, and we haven’t had a bottle of whiskey in the cabin for weeks, why are you really sleeping down here?”

He groans, part impressed and part annoyed that you managed to see through his lies so easily, Logan orients himself, unsure how to articulate himself

“The other night.. it scared me, in a way I’ve never been scared before, waking up to the bedsheets soaked in your blood, your blood caked under my nails, I’ve never felt fear like it.”

You soften, sitting down on the couch next to him

“You had a nightmare Logan, of horrors I couldn’t even fathom, I forgave you, about twice now actually, even though, there’s nothing for me to forgive, it was an accident, you didn’t mean it.”

“An accident that could have cost you your life”

He bites out

“But it didn’t, I know you’re scared, you’re allowed to be scared Lo’, but I’m not, not of you, not ever.”

“You should be”

He grumbles, you groan

“But I’m not! I’d rather have you in the bed, I feel safer when you’re there with me, you’re not doing me any favours by bumming it down here, I don’t need you to be self righteous Logan, I need you to forgive yourself, you cut me once, this has never happened before, I could never happen again.”

“But there’s a chance it will happen again!”

He raises his voice, you’re still not scared though, stubborn as ever, it only spurs you on

“Then we can work through it! I do not want you to be down here, suffering alone, now please, come up to bed with me.”

He mumbles under his breath, but you elect to ignore it, considering he’s standing up, you trot over to the steps, pleased that your consistency payed off.

He lays down on the bed next to you, groaning when his head hit the pillow, you give him a look that screams ‘I told you so’

“Save it.”

He grumbles, you smile, finally, at peace.

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Thank you so much for reading! Likes, requests and reblogs are much appreciated

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Should I start writing for Cyclops? I love him sm, my pookie deserves more love

I just found out Hugh Jackman likes Adventure Time, prepare to be absolutely SICK of me

Me when someone makes the mistake of complimenting my agere works so I follow them, and comment on their fics in support bc I love being a fan.

I love anyone and everyone that supports my work, and it’s not my fault that my mooties are really good at writing cute fics. Please keep writing stuff so I can act like a supportive mother in the comments, you’re doing great sweeties

I might actually start writing romantic fics for the x-men characters, my request guidelines stay the same, when I’m writing the reader in agere fics the age of the reader is up to you, but with my romantic fics, the reader will be over 18 :) no nsfw, send a request if you would like!