Stan Is The Only Member Of The Pines Twins^2 To Never Make A Deal With Bill And I Think He Needs More

stan is the only member of the pines twins^2 to never make a deal with bill and i think he needs more credit for that.

ford makes, just, so many deals with his demon boyfriend

dipper literally trades his body to bill in sock opera

and while i will die on the hill that it was never her fault, mabel is tricked into making a deal with him for weirdmagenon.

but stan never gets tricked. the only time he comes close was when he was pretending to be ford but that was with the sole purpose of getting bill erased. never does bill get to him or twist his thoughts. for being the "dumb one" he's surprisingly rational in this was.

nobody matches bill intellectually, ford's fatal flaw is that he thought he did, and the pines family wins because they have an emotional core that bill never had (the power of sibling bonding saves the day and i love it) but ill go out on a limb and say that out of everyone, stan is the only one to match bill's street smarts.

bill's a master manipulator but stan is a professional con-artist with no respect for the law, you tell me who's coming out on top.

stan successfully faked his own death, ran a business for 30 years, taught himself some sort of advanced engineering to repair the portal, evaded local, federal and international authorities from the age of 18, and did it all without any support.

and going back to when he pretends to be ford to get bill to enter his mind, that scene makes stan the only character to ever outwit bill.

anyways this has been a stan pines appreciation post, thank you and goodnight

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapter 7

Another shorter one, but I think it's important. As always, the series is 18+ for mild sexual content, although this chapter is really just some angst.

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“Stanley, we can’t keep doing this.” Ford’s voice cut through the tranquility of the night. The two brothers sat on the roof, watching the stars – a regular habit they carried over from nights on the boat. 

“I know, I know, you’re gettin’ too old to keep climbing that ladder.” Stan playfully punched his twin in the arm.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Stan. It was fine when we all just got dinner or played minigolf, but if Kathy’s going to be at the house regularly, we can’t keep up this charade.”

“I know I gotta tell her, Sixer, there just hasn’t been a good time.”

“How long are you going to wait? It isn’t going to get any better – you see how the kids are around her, Dipper has nothing to talk about. And I can’t keep dodging the question of what I was doing for thirty years.” 

Stan peered at the ground below. He could feel his face getting hot.

“Stanley, the longer you wait the more suspicious she’ll be. I was there the other night when she said it – she may have been drunk, but she loves you. She won’t for much longer if you keep lying to her.”

Stan got to his feet and towered over Ford. He practically yelled, “And what would you know about love, Stanford? All you ever loved was your precious research.”

Ford returned the gesture, and they were face-to-face once more. He pointed at the Dipper and Mabel’s window. “I know I love those kids, Stan, and I’m not going to make them hide the truth all summer after a year of hiding it from their parents. If you don’t get this situation handled soon, I will.” He made his way toward the ladder, before turning around.

“Stanley?”

“What now? Still not done yellin’ at me?” Stanley clenched his fists. “I’ll do it, Stanford. Just go.”

“Stan, I love you.”

Stan’s fists relaxed and he found himself looking at his feet.

Ford continued, “I just want you to be happy.”

Stan made his way back to the edge of the roof and sat down. He gestured for Ford to follow, and his brother obliged. 

After a few moments, Stan said quietly, “I love ya too. And you’re right y’know, I gotta tell her the truth." He laughed, trying to hide the anxiety welling up inside him. "I think Mabel might explode if she goes another day without pullin’ out that scrapbook.”

Understanding (family fic)

No ships/romance, just angst

Summary: the grunkles bond over their traumas on the Stan-o-War

Warnings: dialogue about injury and SA, but no graphic descriptions. Some swearing.

"Oh, Stanley, you're awake?" Ford appeared on the slowly swaying deck of the Stan-o-War with a yawn.

Stan nodded from his chair, his fishing pole reflecting the moonlight, "Yeah, just needed some fresh air." He moved his tackle box from the seat next to him to let Ford sit. "Thought you were out cold, what're you doin' up?"

"It's juvenile, but," Ford took his seat and began to polish his glasses on his sweater and sighed, "I had a nightmare."

"Bout what?"

"Bill, of course." He replaced his glasses, "I know he's gone, but my subconscious doesn't seem to get it."

Stan gave his brother a sympathetic pat on shoulder before handing him a hook and some fishing line. "Thread this for me, would ya? Might take your mind off it."

Ford tried to line up the clear strand with the tiny hole, but found his hands were shaking badly. Knowing Stan was waiting, he made up an excuse, "It's hard to see in this dim light."

"Yeah, but you got better eyes than me," Stan chuckled, distracted by some mechanism on his fishing pole.

Stanford tried again and again, getting frustrated at his uncooperative hands. He could feel a lump rising in his throat. His vision began to blur with tears. "Shit," He swore under his breath as the hook nicked his thumb and fell to the deck.

"Hey, careful, that's my nicest hook!" Stanley bent to pick it up as Ford sucked the blood from the pad of his thumb.

He couldn't hold back the tears any more. He sniffled and let out a shuddered breath.

"Woah, hey, what happened?" Stan grabbed Ford's hand to inspect the cut, "C'mon, it's not that bad." But he could feel his twin's hand shaking along with his breath. "Stanford?" He let him go.

Ford put his head in his hands and sobbed. Stan gently removed his brother's glasses before they had a chance to fall. Unsure of what to say, he simply waited.

It was only a few moments before Stanford spoke, "He was horrible, Stanley. I'd wake up covered in bruises and cuts. My eyes would bleed. He broke my arm and ripped my hair out once. You have no idea what it's like to have someone use your body like that for their own sick amusement. To have someone inside you against your will."

Stan rubbed his twin's back, "I had no idea, Fordsy."

Ford sat up and wiped the tears away with his sleeve.

Stan continued, "Look, I might not get the whole possession thing, but," he handed Ford his glasses, "I kinda know the feeling."

"How could you possibly understand what I went through?"

Stan sat back in his chair and looked out at the expansive ocean. He cleared his throat, "I was pretty young my first time in prison. Fresh meat, y'know? Everybody wanted a piece of me..."

"Oh, Stanley, I didn't..." Ford trailed off, "But you were a good fighter, weren't you? You could defend yourself?"

Stan swallowed, "Most of the time, yeah. But once, they uh. They had us sleepin' four to a cell. These other guys decided they liked me and they'd take turns. Two'd hold me down while the other would, well..."

Ford interjected, "You don't need to continue Stan, I get it."

Stanley coughed, "One of those memories I hoped wouldn't come back, y'know?"

Stanford closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh sea air. "Stanley?"

"Hmm?"

"If we ever run into those bastards, I'll fucking kill them."

Stan just laughed, "You better, after I knocked Bill clean outta this dimension for ya."

So I was rereading my journal 3

And got to the part where Dipper was writing about what he saw while in Stan's mind

WHY IS THIS NOT TALKED ABOUT????

LIKE??? THAT'S SO CUTE

I HAVEN'T SEEN A SINGLE PERSON MENTIONS THIS

RAAAAAAHHHHHHH

I NEED FANART OF THIS OR A FIC OR SOMETHING-

“stan had it worse” “ford had it worse” stan got pushed deeper and deeper into rock bottom until he had to start digging and ford got pushed higher and higher towards the stars until he became an icarus. they are two ends of the same rope, tied to form a circle connected by the knot of a living hell

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapters 5 and 6

Dropping 2 chapters again today because they're short ones.

As always, the entire series is 18+ for mild sexual content. Chapter 5 mentions alcohol.

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Chapter 5

“Hey, Ford!” Stan’s voice was urgent but low, almost a whisper. “Stanford!” 

Ford peeked around the corner and raised his eyebrows at the scene in front of him. It wasn’t unusual to find Stan in front of the TV late at night on the way up from the lab, but he usually didn’t have a woman on his lap. She was sprawled out across him, legs over the arm of his large chair, with her head buried in his shoulder. A few open wine bottles reflected the dim light of the TV. 

“She had a few too many. Help me get her up, would ya?” With a little effort, Ford got Kathy to her feet and held her steady in an almost-hug; she blinked awake. Stan arose and stretched for the first time in hours.

“Better take care of these before the kids wake up.” With a few clinks of glass, Stan was out of the room and Kathy stirred. She clumsily felt for the twin’s shoulders and settled into his grasp. “I love you, Stanley,” is what came out as she attempted to plant a kiss. Ford turned his head and she managed to graze his cheek.

“Woah, woah, hey-” Stan appeared, much to Ford’s relief, and pushed him to the side as he scooped her up. “I love ya too, pumpkin.”

Ford was red from embarrassment. “Stanley, I promise it wasn’t– I mean, I just didn’t want her to fall.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Stan chuckled. “You should be flattered to look as good as me.”

Ford laughed, “Only in indirect lighting, it seems.”

“What’s so funny?” Kathy mumbled.

“Nothin’ sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed.”

[Author's note: it was my intention that nothing sexual happened anytime while she was drunk, but the time skips don't make that super clear. Consent is important, kids!]

Chapter 6

“Whatcha reading, Dipper?”

“Ah!” Dipper jumped at the sound of Kathy’s voice. “Nothing! Homework!” He quickly closed the red and gold journal in front of him and tucked it away in his vest. “I mean… summer reading.” He laughed awkwardly. “I love reading. Not about weird stuff, just normal… normal stuff. Not the supernatural.” He continued to laugh, and it went on just a few seconds too long. 

“Good for you, Dipper.” Kathy chalked it up to the normal odd behavior of teen boys. 

“Great Uncle Ford!” Dipper hopped up as Ford entered the room. “Do you need any help in the–” he glanced at Kathy, “basement today?” 

“Sure, Dipper, meet me down there in an hour.” Dipper took the opportunity to leave and Ford turned to Kathy, “I didn’t realize you were still here.”

“Yes, sorry, I just woke up and couldn’t find Stan anywhere.” Ford didn’t respond, he seemed lost in thought about something.

“I didn’t realize this place had a basement. What are you working on?”

Ford inhaled sharply and rubbed the bridge of his nose under his glasses with his thumb and forefinger. “Just, tying up some loose ends.” 

Kathy took the hint, “I’ve actually got to get going. Tell Stan I said ‘hi’ if you see him.”

Ford just nodded.