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[thelastspeecher]

darfichihrenhundstreicheln replied to your post: “In most things, Angie is a "keep the mind open"...”

West Coast outcast mystery files au

​holy shit YES

Ford ropes Angie into ghost hunting with him bc she's his only friend and she goes along with it bc she likes learning about history and exploring cool places.

basically, Ford taking the role of Ryan Bergara and Angie taking the role of Shane Madej. with the only exception being that Angie takes the idea of demons seriously and Ford is rather dismissive of them. so Ford is "hey demons it's me ya boi" despite that being a Shane quote.

Angie: I've connected the two dots. Ford: you haven't connected shit. Angie: I've connected them.

#darfichihrenhundstreicheln #Angie and Ford as a ghost hunting team is something I didn't realize I needed until now #West Coast Outcasts AU #response

[lumberjackloverboy-moved]

my guess would be that ppl might be suspicious of that post because I've seen discourse where internalized homophobia is brought up as reason to be dismissive of asexual and/or aromantic ppl. or it might have made them think of some kind of bi vs pan discourse. (I'm assuming that's not what you were referring to though, bc what came to mind for me as identities which aren't valid were like... all the "super x" transphobes or sapiosexuals).

i was thinking more hyperspecific mircosexualities and stuff like superstraight. esp with superstraight, like the fact that some parts of the community will refuse to say anything could be bi/lesbo/homophobic and/or transphobic bc ~everything must be valid~ means people are genuinely defending it as a valid sexuality and calling trans people who call it out bigots and queerphobes (whatever the fuck that means). just. ppl come on, use your brains

#q slur reclaimed #negative #darfichihrenhundstreicheln

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket]

darfichihrenhundstreicheln replied to your post: I’m Irish and I remember reading about my...

My best friend’s dad apparently eats raw potato like it’s an apple

God this is really funny, and confirms what I thought about raw potato not being poison (I hope); but also I have to admit I like undercooked potato....it’s got that crunch

#darfichihrenhundstreicheln #food

[kingsragesqueal]

darfichihrenhundstreicheln replied to your post: i just watched the lego batman movie so uh like...

It’s the best Batman movie I’ve ever seen

it’s the only Batman movie i’ve ever seen

#darfichihrenhundstreicheln

[jheselbraum]

darfichihrenhundstreicheln replied to your post: i really love how in depth you are with your...

Suggestion: It’s because Bill is Chaotic Evil. So he doesn’t need a motive, outside of thinking it’s fun to mess with people.

That could be it, we can’t discount the Bill’s An Abusive Dick factor

#darfichihrenhundstreicheln #he speaks

[queerzaza]

darfichihrenhundstreicheln replied to your post “but many people use gay as a slur as well...? it first meant happy and...”

I think anon is mistaking the use of gay as an insult (e.g. "that's so gay") for it being used as a slur. an understandable mistake.

oh yeah, i agree with you. i hope they see this!

#darfichihrenhundstreicheln #replies to my turtles #d gets personal

[abedlookingattroy]

thank you @darfichihrenhundstreicheln for providing our thesis statement

#and that’s love 😌 #trobed #regular posts should start arriving tomorrow!! #other

[softsliders29]

heads up 7 up!

challenge: post the last 7 sentences you wrote and tag 7 people

tagged by: @damntrobed

description: something that I don’t wanna give the full details for just yet but it’s a reader insert so you’ve been warned. I’m not saying who for so... yeah. Also I know it’s 6 instead of 7 but oh well. 

You take his face in your hands, tilting his head up to look into your eyes.

“You know, you were such a good boy tonight. You deserve a reward for all your patience.” You say and lean in to kiss him. He groans softly.

He pulls away slightly after a few moments.

Uh, I’m probably late to this so y’all have probably been tagged already but @darfichihrenhundstreicheln @sleepy-santiago @greenandhazy @gay-le-forcewinds @fivecansofolives @cowboylakay @butterednoodlesjules

[juniorjules]

Name 7 comfort films and tag 7 people!

Tagged by @cowboylakay and @idontmakeitintosundance and @damntrobed

Hahahahahahahahaha reputation stadium tour

Miss Americana

Juno

Don’t come at me for this... but Teen Beach Movie.

Any John Mulaney special or Donald glover’s weirdo

The tiger hunter

Somehow????????? My girl. Idk why. Not really a comforting movie. That movie gave me my first brush with the reality of death as a child.

@androidbrittaperry @fruitytroy @darfichihrenhundstreicheln @sleepy-santiago @nadir-barnes @aw-hawkeye-no @revelationtour

[vulpixen]

I know I have been mostly quiet due to life stuff, but I’m still around and have been taking care of things. In between I have written drabbles inspired by @thelastspeecher and @darfichihrenhundstreicheln ‘s aus. Including the ones we and @haberdashing @bluestuffeh and @nour386 have had lots of talks about in discord. 

I have written drabbles about my interpretation of Wendy’s mom and Dan’s late wife Bethany Hickok-Corduroy that I’ll be glad to share with everyone. 

The first drabble takes place in an au of an au called Angiewolf AU, but in this version called Dimensional Wolves, Stan and Angie disappear due to a mishap with the portal they’ve been trying to repair for six years after Ford was pushed into the portal. Now, it’s up to Dan and his wife to look after their kids Molly (of whom belongs to @agent-jaselin ) Danny, Daisy, Emmett, Emily, Caleb and Cadenza. Including young Tate as well for the next ten years until the parents and Ford return home. And in this, Mrs. Corduroy is a werewolf but not Dan. This drabble takes place not long after Stan and Angie disappeared and inspired from the song ‘Somewhere Out There’. Hope you all enjoy!

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It was almost quiet in the wooden home where eight young children were asleep in their respective beds in their shared room. Except for one of the triplet girls, age eight, with brown hair named Molly. She knew it was the perfect time to make her escape from the house as she carefully placed enough plastic play boxes right under the window that lead outside. Doing her best to be quiet, Molly climbs up the boxes, and opens the window on her own. Molly smiles as she smells the night air, closing the window behind her, leaving behind her triplet sisters, Danny, Daisy and the younger quadruplets, Cadenza, Emmett, Emory, and Caleb, along with her cousin Tate.

Molly was on a mission: to find her missing parents when she feels she could not rely on her caregivers to do it. She changes into a wolf and scurries into the night of the forest.

In the master bedroom, the young adults at age twenty, Dan Corduroy and his wife Bethany Hickok-Corduroy were doing their best to get what sleep they can after patrolling the territory that Angie once did a few months ago, before her and her husband Stan seemed to vanish without a trace and left behind all their children and everything else.

Dan loudly snores, but Bethany was sound asleep. That is until a stray goose feather sticking out of the pillow tickles the young woman’s nose, causing her to rise and sneeze so loud, it woke up Dan as he yelps.

“AHHH!” Dan lets out a tired sigh. “Oh, it’s only you, Sunflower. Real big sneeze there.” He lightly pats Bethany’s dark red head, her long hair reaching down to her lower back.

“These pokey goose feather pillows aren’t doing it for me.” Bethany lets out a big yawn.

“Here, I’ll switch with you, hun,” offers Dan, switching his cotton stuffed pillow for her goose feather one.

Bethany shows a content smile as she goes back to resting her head, mumbling, “You’re the best, my Manly Man…”

Their moment of quiet was disturbed when a small but audible pounding was heard at the door. Two small voices crying out.

“Dan! Bethany! You gotta help!” Those voices being Danny and Daisy panicking.

Dan and Bethany immediately leave the bed and open the door to see the worried kids in front of them.

“Girls, what happened?” asks Dan as he knelt to their height.

“It’s Molly!” starts Daisy.

“She’s gone!” finishes Danny.

The couple’s eyes widen, afraid of what could have happened to Molly while running through many worse case scenarios within seconds. They knew the little girl was acting out, not having adjusted well since Stan and Angie disappeared and been defensive and snappy towards Dan and Bethany. Molly needing time to adjust to the sudden change like all of them are.

“Wait, what?” Bethany then asking. “Girls, what happened?”

“We saw the blocks and… I think she opened the window and left,” frowns Daisy as she and Danny lead their caregivers to their room with the rest of the younger kids. “I think I know why…”

“To find your parents,” mutters Bethany, briefly looking to the unlocked window and the moonlight shining through the glass, her expression crestfallen thinking back to Molly’s outburst from earlier she screamed she hated her and Dan for not having looked hard enough. Bethany knew she was just upset for how long her parents have been gone, but it still stung her heart. Her and Dan have been doing the best they can for the kids.

The quadruplets were now awake and upset to having been woken late at night. Tate whimpering in his own bed. Dan immediately scoops up the boy and the toddlers in his big arms and sits with them on one of the small beds to console them.

“Shh, shh… All ya get back to sleep. Bethany is gonna find Molly and bring her home.” Dan speaks in a much softer voice than normal. “How ‘bout I tell you all a story?” This got the toddlers and Tate smiling, even a little. Dan gives a nod to his wife, able to handle the younger kids while Bethany, Danny and Daisy ran out the front door.

Bethany did not protest Danny and Daisy coming with her, figuring they want to help find their triplet sister before something or someone were to find Molly before they do. She does not blame them one bit.

Bethany shifts into her tall, dark red furred wolf form as she bounds into the forest, catching Molly’s scent as Danny and Daisy changed into their own brown wolf forms in following their caregiver, but with their short legs, they couldn’t keep up with the grown wolf. Seeing this, Bethany allows the two girls onto her back to ride.

Meanwhile, Molly was having no luck in sniffing out for her parents in the known places in the forest she remembers taking her and her sisters to. In her wolf form, she scratches at the ground, leaving deep marks within the grass and leaves in frustration and screams at the sky.

“HOW IS IT THIS HARD TO FIND THEM?!” Molly lets out an audible howl that makes the birds in the nearby trees fly off in fright. “MOM! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?! … Why did you leave us… why did you leave me?”  

Molly keeps digging at the ground for no reason but to vent the grief, inner pain, and anger at herself in believing she failed her parents and those around her failed them too. At this moment, despite having been taught not to make too much noise at night alone, she paid not heed as she wails and sheds streams of tears from her eyes and the mucus from her nose dripping. She gets dirt on her face while lying her head in the patch she made in the ground, choking up.

Molly hears the rustling of bushes nearby; she hiccups and becomes alert to the new presence and scent. She was not alone. From within the bushes she can see in the dark was a tall, rogue grey werewolf approaching her, showing his fangs and fur raised at the young pup before him. Molly’s eyes widened in fear, immediately changing into her wolf form, hoping it would make the rogue least likely to attack her now.

The grey werewolf pauses, seeing Molly was a werewolf, but it did not fully stop him from going after her, smelling she is one of the Mother Wolf’s pups he can tell. Him having been persistent for over a year in claiming the territory for himself and his own pack he aims to have. Starting with driving off the pup.

Molly mentally screams at herself to run away and does so while the older werewolf gives chase. The pup zigzagging, running through the woods and into a small hollow tree where the werewolf was biting and clawing away wood to reach her. When the rogue manages to stick his head through the trunk to snap at Molly, she musters up the courage and bites at his snout, causing him to yelp and back away, drawing blood.

Before the rogue could think about going after the pup, he was in for a world of hurt when he feels sharp teeth of a tall red wolf grip around his neck, not piercing through, but it still stung.

“GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU BITCH!” Bethany’s inner thoughts roared in her head as she was about to make the rogue regret ever stepping foot into Angie’s territory.

Bethany hits the wolf hard against a nearby tree several times until the tree snapped in half and flung the hapless werewolf out into the deeper woods through the air. She lets out a victorious howl, letting all know who the new alpha of Angie’s territory is until her return one day. She sniffs the area to find Molly coming up to her and her sisters who ran up to them when it was safe again.

Bethany reverts to her human self as she knelt to hug Molly in a tight embrace as did Danny and Daisy to their sister, having been scared for her safety.

“Molly!” cheer Daisy and Danny.

Molly breaks down into tears again, choking up. “I’m… I’m sorry! I’m sorry I ran off and almost got hurt… I wanted to find Mom and Dad and… I can’t find them. I didn’t mean it when I said I hated you and Dan… Are you mad at me?”

“I’m only glad you’re not hurt. I was so scared you’d end up harmed or worse by that rogue, Molly.” Bethany’s tone was soft, not angry for what Molly did. She knows she is hurting like everyone else has been since Stan and Angie have been gone. “We know you’re just upset, kiddo. Me and Dan are sorry we can’t find them.”

“It was still pretty mean to say,” acknowledges Danny about what Molly said from earlier, shuffling her feet in place. “I miss our parents too, but if we can’t find them here, then they must be somewhere else.” “Maybe they’re lost, too,” adds in Daisy.

Bethany lets out a short breath, taking a brief pause to look towards the sky before focusing back on the girls. “Me and Dan may or may not have an idea of where they could be.” The triplet girls face Bethany with their full attention. “There’s something me and Dan will tell you in the morning, and about what we’re going to do for all you kids, but you girls need your sleep.”

The triplets let out a collected “Ah, man…” before they comply with Bethany, returning home with hours to spare before the sunrise. On the way, Molly eyes up the starry night sky, wondering if her parents are looking at the same stars like in a song she heard recently.

Somewhere out in the multiverse, Angie and Stan look at the stars in silent contemplation, wondering when and if they will ever get home and hug each one of their children again.

#stangie #angiewolf au #vulpixen writes #vulpixen drabbles #thelastspeecher #stan pines #angie mcgucket #dan corduroy #dimensional wolves au #mrs. corduroy #ficlet

[the-ill-doctor]

My piece for @fiddauthorgiftexchange . My gift is for @darfichihrenhundstreicheln who wanted “Something cute” so here’s Ford being surprised by his cute lil elf Mcgucket.

#gravity falls #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddauthor #stanford pines #ford pines #old man mcgucket #fiddleford hadron mcgucket #drillart

[thelastspeecher]

Foster Ford AU prompt: little Ford interacting with Shermie? Alternately, him interacting with a Mcgucket sibling.

I went a bit nuts writing this. It's so much longer than I planned, but I just had to put in as much Quality Shermie Content as I could. Enjoy.

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              “Hey, Ford.”  Ford looked up from the catnip mouse he was using to play with Dr. Whiskers.  Stan stood before him, grinning.  “Wanna go get donuts?”  Immediately, Ford’s stomach rumbled.  Stan laughed.  “I’ll take that as a yes.”  Ford stood and threw the catnip mouse.  Dr. Whiskers pounced on it eagerly, tail twitching with excitement.

              “Is Aunt Angie coming with us?” he asked, following Stan to the front door.  Stan shook his head.

              “She’s got to work on her thesis.  But we’ll bring her a donut back,” Stan said.  Ford nodded.  “Need help with your shoes?”

              “They’re Velcro, so, no,” Ford mumbled, slipping on his sneakers.  To his dismay, he was struggling with tying shoes properly, which led to favoring those without laces until his coordination became better.

              “All right.  If you ever wanna wear the ones you’ve gotta tie, I’ll help you,” Stan said.  “Ford and I are heading out, Ang!” he called.

              “Have fun!” Angie shouted back from the study she was working in.  Stan held the door open for Ford.  The two exited the house.  Ford went to the Stanleymobile, but Stan shook his head.

              “Nah, we’re not driving there,” he said.  “There’s a great kosher bakery just around the corner.  We’re gonna walk.”

              “Oh.  Okay.”  Ford went back to Stan’s side.  Stan raised an eyebrow at him.  Reluctantly, Ford held out his hand for Stan to hold.  The two then began to walk down the street.  Stan and Angie lived in a much nicer neighborhood than the one Stan and Ford grew up in.  The houses were tidy, the yards had picket fences, and there wasn’t a sickening smell when the wind blew just right.  Stan nodded at various neighbors, asking how they were doing.

              “I don’t really care much about these bozos,” Stan whispered to Ford after making light conversation with a middle-aged woman.  “Most of them are pretty boring.  But it’s always a good idea to make friends with your neighbors.  You offer them help when they need it, then they’ll help you when you need it.”  Ford nodded silently.  “Angie tells me that I should be helping out of the goodness of my heart, not for my own gain.  But we just had to agree to disagree on that one.”  Ford giggled.  Stan grinned.

              They turned a corner and were promptly on a street lined with small businesses.  Ford looked around, curious about the stores he hadn’t realized were so close by.

              Then again, I’ve only been living with Stan and Angie for a few days.  I haven’t had much time to explore, particularly because Stan and Angie have been keeping me close to home while I “adjust”.  They arrived in front of a bakery.  A sign in the window proclaimed that everything inside was kosher.  Ford looked up at Stan curiously, remembering how he had specifically mentioned that at home.

              “Do you keep kosher?” he asked.  Stan looked down at him, seeming surprised.

              Oh.  Right.  My first foster family was Christian and didn’t do much for me when I said I was Jewish.  He probably didn’t expect me to remember much terminology.

              “Uh.  No.  Not really.”  Stan rubbed the back of his neck.  “You remember some stuff about your dad, right?”  Ford nodded.  “Did he keep kosher?”

              “…No.”

              “Okay.  Good.  I mean, if your dad wanted that for you, Angie and I would do it, but it can be a lotta work.  Especially since I gave up on that as soon as I could and Angie’s Catholic.”  Stan managed a weak smile.  “But the donuts here are the best in town.  Also, we’re meeting someone who does keep kosher.”

              “Who?” Ford asked.  Stan pushed open the door.  The bell over the door jingled merrily.  Ford walked inside.  He swallowed nervously when he saw the man sitting at a nearby table.

              “You’re gonna meet your Uncle Shermie!” Stan said cheerfully.  Shermie got up from the table and walked over to them.  Ford quickly hid behind Stan’s legs.  “Aw, c’mon, kid, he’s not scary!”

              I don’t know if I can face anyone else from my past like this.

              “Maybe this was a bad idea,” Shermie said.  Stan shook his head.

              “No, it’s fine.  He’s just kinda shy.”  He looked down at Ford.  “Trust me, kid.  Your Uncle Shermie’s a good guy.”  Ford remained silent.  “Wanna get a donut?”

              “Yes, please,” Ford mumbled.  He followed Stan to the counter.  Stan ruffled his hair.

              “I know you’re a bit nervous about meeting Shermie, but don’t worry.  You know how I’m taking care of you because your dad can’t?”  Ford nodded.  “Well, Shermie took care of me when my dad wouldn’t.  He did the same thing for me that I’m doing for you.”

              “I guess that’s a good point,” Ford mumbled.  He closed his eyes.

              I’m here now, I just have to deal with it.  I don’t have to engage in any conversation.  I can just stay quiet and eat my donut.  Hopefully, Shermie will be the only other person from my past that I have to encounter.  Ford knew that Stan had completely cut contact with their parents, so the likelihood he’d have to deal with Caryn or Filbrick was negligible.

              “Whattaya want?” Stan asked.  Ford pressed his face against the glass display, taking in the options laid out before him.  A strange sense of nostalgia washed over him.  They had grown up down the street from a kosher bakery, and as such, this was far from the first time he had perused fresh donuts with Stan.  He looked over and up at his twin brother.

              But this is the first time this has happened with us twenty years apart in age.  Stan smiled at him.

              “Know what you want?” he asked.  Ford looked back at the donuts.

              “Blueberry sprinkle,” he said, pointing.  Stan nodded.

              “Good choice.”  He looked at the young woman manning the register.  “You heard the man, Carly.”  The woman, Carly, giggled.  “And I’ll take my usual.”

              “Blueberry sprinkle and triple chocolate coming right up!” Carly said cheerfully.  She grabbed the donuts for Stan.  Stan handed over the cash.  “So, who’s the kid?”

              “My nephew, Ford.”  Stan patted Ford’s head.  “My twin, his dad, he, uh, he can’t take care of Ford right now, so he’s living with me and Angie for a while.”

              “How long?” Carly asked.  She gave Stan his change, which he tucked into his wallet.

              “However long he needs to stay with us,” Stan said vaguely.  Carly nodded, picking up on the hint that Stan didn’t want to talk about it.               “What about Aunt Angie’s donut?” Ford asked.

              “We’ll grab it on our way out,” Stan said.  “Fresher that way.”  Ford frowned.

              I’m not sure if that’s true, but it’s not worth it to disagree.  With their donuts in hand, Stan and Ford headed back to the table.  Stan waited until Ford climbed onto his chair, then sat down on his own.  Shermie smiled at Ford.

              “So, Ford, tell me about yourself,” Shermie said.  Ford looked down at his donut.

              “Like what?” he mumbled, picking at his treat.

              “Well, what do you like to do?”

              “Um.  Read.”

              “What sort of things do you like to read?”

              “Anything,” Ford said with a shrug.  Stan snickered quietly.

              “Anything except what a kid his age would normally read,” he corrected.  “I’ve caught Ford going through Angie’s biology textbooks.”

              “Really?” Shermie asked.  “…Do you understand the things in Angie’s textbooks, Ford?”

              “A bit,” Ford mumbled.

              Just about all of it.  But most kindergarteners wouldn’t.  Ford pulled off a chunk of his donut and popped it into his mouth.  I’m not used to hiding my intelligence like this.  I can’t risk anyone being even more suspicious of me, though.

              “Wow!” Shermie said.  “You really are just as smart as your dad, aren’t you?”  Ford shrugged again.  “Other than reading, what do you like to do?”  Ford blinked.

              What do I like to do?  I haven’t had opportunities to do much since moving in with Stan and Angie.  He looked at Stan.  Stan smiled at him in the way one does when a child behaves in an endearing way.

              “You like playing with your LEGOs,” Stan prompted.  Ford nodded.

              “I do.”

              “LEGOs, huh?” Shermie asked.

              “Yeah.  One of Angie’s brothers has a kid about Ford’s age who’s a little genius, too,” Stan said.  “When we told him about Ford, he said we should get some LEGOs for him.  It was a good move.  Ford barely touches his other toys.”

              Yes, because the other toys are embarrassingly juvenile!  Ford couldn’t deny that some of the toys Stan and Angie had gotten for him were tempting, but he wouldn’t allow himself to be degraded to playing with them.  Of the options given to him, LEGOs were the best by far.  They weren’t just for children; Ford recalled his college roommate building things with LEGOs when he was bored.  I didn’t realize Angie had a brother who recommended them.  I owe him one.

              “I’ll keep that in mind for future gifts, then,” Shermie said, winking at Ford.  “When’s your birthday?”

              “April 22nd.”  It was a date with no significance to Ford.  By the time CPS asked about his birthday, he had realized he wouldn’t be able to convince anyone of who he was.  So he chose a random day off the calendar in the CPS official’s office, which had still been turned to the month of April.

              “April 22nd.  Got it.”  Shermie grabbed a napkin, pulled a pen out of his pocket, and scribbled it down.  “I’ll make sure to put it on the calendar.  Though I imagine I won’t forget, since your Uncle Stan and Aunt Angie will throw you an awesome birthday party.”

              Ugh.  Hopefully things will be different by then.  I don’t know if I can stomach being the center of attention at another children’s birthday party.  The party his foster parents threw for his fifth birthday had been brutal for Ford, though everyone else seemed to have a fantastic time.  Going to other children’s birthday parties was only marginally better.

              Thankfully, after that, Shermie and Stan picked up on Ford’s reluctance to talk and the conversation changed topics.  Ford listened silently to his brothers as he slowly ate his donut.  Shermie and Stan seemed to have a much closer bond than when they were younger, though Ford supposed that came about when Shermie took Stan in.  He wasn’t privy to the details.  As a teen and adult, he’d purposefully avoided any updates regarding Stan, and as a child, he wasn’t going to be told much about Stan being kicked out while still a minor.

              But Ford remembered the day Shermie found out what had happened to Stan.  Shermie had dropped by to visit and asked where Stan was.  When Caryn said he had been kicked out for ruining Ford’s science fair project, Shermie became irate and stormed out.  From what his mom had told him, Ford knew that Shermie found Stan living in the Stanleymobile and insisted Stan move in with him.  Not long after, Shermie got a job offer in California, so both he and Stan left.  Anything after that, Ford was learning for the first time.

              “You should take him to the coffee shop you met Angie at,” Shermie said.

              Stan and his wife met at a coffee shop?  How cliché.  Though, I must admit, also adorable.

              “I dunno.  He’s already tried to sneak coffee from us a few times.  Taking him to a coffee shop might be like an alcoholic going to a bar,” Stan replied.  Shermie frowned.

              “Mom did say that Ford was drinking a lot of coffee before he disappeared.  I wouldn’t be surprised if his son managed to sneak a few sips while he was distracted.”

              “That’s what Angie thinks.”

              “Speaking of Angie, have you taken him to her work yet?”

              “Not yet.  But we’re gonna go tomorrow.”

              “Excellent.”  Shermie smiled at Ford.  “Trust me, Ford, you’re going to love Angie’s work.”  Ford looked down at the crumbs on the table from his donut.

              “Where does she work?” he asked quietly.

              “It’s a surprise,” Stan said.  “But like Shermie said, you’re gonna love it.”  Shermie looked at his watch.

              “Shoot.  I’ve got to get going.”  Shermie stood up.  “I’m going to grab a few donuts for Amelia and Caleb.  Want to join me, Stan?  You had to grab one for Angie, right?”

              “Yeah.  She won’t be happy if I forget,” Stan said, getting up as well.  He looked at Ford.  “Stay here.  I’ll be right back.”  Ford nodded silently.  Stan and Shermie went back to the register.  Ford strained his hearing, trying to eavesdrop on his brothers.

              “I know you were worried about how well you’d be able to take care of Ford,” Shermie said to Stan.  “But from what I can tell, you’re doing great.”

              “Really?” Stan asked.

              “Definitely.  He trusts you enough to hide behind you and looks to you for help.  Those are good signs, particularly from a kid who’s been through difficult things like he has.”

              “Good.”  Stan sighed.  “He’s a great kid.  I just wish his actual dad was here to take care of him.”

              “Until they find him, you’re doing an amazing job,” Shermie said firmly.  “And I think it bodes well for when you and Angie start having kids of your own.”

              “We were originally gonna start trying pretty soon after Angie finishes school,” Stan said, “but we might put it off more if Ford’s still with us.”

              “I see,” Shermie replied.  “Don’t put your plans on hold for too long, though.  You two deserve to start a family.”  Ford stopped listening.  Guilt suddenly squirmed in his gut.

              Stan’s wanted to be a dad since we were kids.  But he’s willing to wait for me?  Ford swallowed.  No.  It’s all right.  By the time Angie graduates, surely I’ll be my proper age again.  The guilt didn’t go away, however.  If anything, it got worse.  The conversation Stan and Shermie had, where they referenced living together after Stan was kicked out, was replaying in Ford’s mind.  If Shermie hadn’t taken Stan in, what would have happened to him?  Nothing good.  He was a teenager living in his car!  Stan and Shermie walked back to the table.

              “We gotta head back, Ford,” Stan said.  “Angie’s gonna die of starvation if we don’t bring her a donut.”  Ford managed a weak smile and slid off his chair.  Shermie crouched down to Ford’s eye height.

              “It was nice to meet you, Ford,” Shermie said.  Ford impulsively threw his arms around Shermie, hugging as tightly as he could.  Shermie, though visibly confused, returned the gesture.

              “Thanks for taking care of Uncle Stan,” he mumbled.

              “Family’s gotta help each other out,” Shermie said simply.  He squeezed Ford.  “That’s why Uncle Stan is taking care of you, now.”  He stood up.  “Don’t forget about the offer to babysit, Stan.  I’d love for Ford to meet Amelia and Caleb.”

              “We’ll let you know,” Stan said.  “Say hi to them for me.”

              “Say hi to Angie for me.”

              “Will do,” Stan said.  Shermie left.  Stan turned to Ford.  “I’ve got a very important job for you, okay?”

              “What?” Ford asked.  Stan held out the paper bag containing Angie’s donut.

              “Carrying Aunt Angie’s donut back home and giving it to her.  It’s a big deal, but I think you’re up to the task.  Are you?”

              “Of course,” Ford scoffed, taking the bag from Stan.  Stan grinned.

              “I knew you could handle it.  You’re a good kid, Ford.”  Ford smiled back at Stan.  As Stan took ahold of Ford’s free hand and led him out of the bakery, a new feeling bubbled to the surface.

              I feel…content.  Ford looked up at Stan, who was whistling off-key while they walked down the street.  For the first time in years, things between myself and my brothers aren’t complicated or difficult.  A mutinous thought crossed Ford’s mind.  When I tell Stan who I truly am, that’s going to change.  Do I really want to tell Stan the truth, and lose everything all over again?  Lose him all over again?

#Foster Ford AU #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #Sherman Pines #my writing #ask #darfichihrenhundstreicheln

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GUESS WHO GOT TAGGED

I got tagged by dude extraordinaire @radioactivedelorean

favourite colour: Maroon, but like, a light-ish, almost red maroon.

Top 3 Ships: PINESCONE I love my sons and haven’t written/read stuff about them in so long but they are forever in my hearts (they haven’t paid rent in a while tho >:Y). 

RickFord, Stanchez, Fiddauthor and FiddStan all kind of hold the same place in my heart.

and i guess pic would go to flute or Stute (either Stan or Ford being with @thelastspeecher and @darfichihrenhundstreicheln ‘s Oc, and Fiddleford’s brother, Lute mcGucket)

Last Song: Reunited Toby Fox/Man on the Internet (Cover)

Last Movie: into the Spiderverse (I LOVE YOU MILES)

I tag: @cthulhu-of-the-night, @inktheblot @primepulse @ceslatoil @thelastspeecher and @darfichihrenhundstreicheln

#taggign games #this si the fastest I've ever answered oen fo these

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket]

@ darfichihrenhundstreicheln 

I think it stands for “Trans Exclusionary Homosexual Man” or something, but I’m not entirely sure. It’s a super weird/homophobic approach and it feels like a troll  came up with it, because the acronym “T*RF” has nothing to do with sexuality and, indeed, applies to all varieties of trans exclusionary f*minism.

#conspiracy corner

[jheselbraum]

darfichihrenhundstreicheln replied to your post: Fellow fic writers: Do any of y’all also write out...

I do it. But I also sometimes attempt to write fics in the memo app on my phone, which usually ends up being more concepts than fics, but… Yeah. Part of it is that I like the physical sensation of writing, when I’m not rushed.

Yes! Like, writing in cursive for me is very relaxing, and it helps when I have like a fancy black gel pen so it just looks really cool and mysterious

#darfichihrenhundstreicheln #he speaks

[sunshinycc]

Y’all....this Tuesday the weather guys are calling for a “crippling snowstorm” in my area so if anybody wants to sit back with some hot cocoa/tea/coffee and popcorn and watch a stream of The Princess Bride with me, let me know and I’ll set up a time to link y’all to my rabb.it! It should be a fun time!

@boat-nectar1, @ceslatoil, @newsiegirlscout, @uptown-grunk, @hakinnas-overactive-imagination, @lexyslow, @thelastspeecher, and @darfichihrenhundstreicheln, are any of you interested?

#cc speaks #cc streams #the princess bride