Morning! How are you?
I love you the way trees love the earth
As they share air with the rest nature
Gasping for breath
As they cling to the ground for dear life
Lest they are uprooted
Knowing that with your support I can grow stronger
Until I tower high above
Though it takes time
Someday I will give back
For all you’ve given me
I got drunker than I meant to and uhhh already have a headache but I’m so full of chips and dip that its okay
I can’t think of a good title, so I’m not gonna give this a title.
A little while ago, I got in a major mood for my Stay-at-Home Stan AU (my AU where Stan becomes a stay-at-home dad), to the point that I wanted to write a thing for it, but couldn’t think of one. Luckily, @bluestuffeh came up with a premise. So, here’s Stan, the legendary stay-at-home dad, helping Ford, the legendary mess, with a parenting problem.
Stan strolled into the house, whistling. He dropped his keys in the bowl by the door.
Well, this is what life is gonna be like when the girls finally start school. His hands on his hips, he looked around the living room. Danny and Daisy had just been dropped off at some summer program being thrown by the local library. They were finally old enough to do the activities alone, so Stan was trying to get used to spending the day at home on his own. After all, they would be starting kindergarten in the fall.
“What am I supposed to do?” Stan muttered to himself.
It’s been so long since I did something other than take care of them. I forgot what I can do with free time. Stan frowned thoughtfully. Hobbies are a thing, right? I haven’t been able to have hobbies for five years. What did I like before I became a dad? I know there was at least one thing.
“You could always do some cleaning,” Angie’s voice said in the back of Stan’s mind. Stan thought on that for a moment.
Nah. Trying to remember what hobbies I have is better. Before Stan could spend any more time thinking, the phone rang. He sighed in relief. Good. Coming up with hobbies sucks. He walked over to the phone.
“McGucket residence,” he said, picking up the phone. “Stan speaking.”
“Stanley, good, I- I need your help,” Ford’s voice said desperately. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.
“What did you do this time?”
“Really? The last two times you needed my help, it was ‘cause ya made a deal with a demon or weren’t observing proper lab safety.”
“I disagree with Angie’s assessment of my behavior in the lab.”
“She’s got a PhD, too, Ford. And I trust her a bit more with science, since she’s never grown wings.”
“Despite you calling her your angel,” Ford muttered. Stan flushed. During his last visit, Ford had overheard Stan trying out new pet names for Angie. And he refused to let Stan live it down.
“All right, guess ya don’t need my help, then,” Stan said briskly.
“No, wait! I- I really do,” Ford said quickly. “But it’s not because of something affecting me. It’s Tate.” That got Stan’s attention. He straightened.
“Did another supernatural whatsit try to adopt him?” he asked.
“No, he’s sick.”
“Okay. What’s he sick with?”
“He claims it’s the flu, but his symptoms don’t align with influenza.” Ford’s panic was evident in his voice. Stan could picture Ford running his hands through his hair, practically pulling it out in distress. “He also says he’s had it before! Stanley, what’s-”
“Geez, Sixer, calm down,” Stan said, exasperated. “Kids get sick all the time. Don’t you remember how often we puked our guts up when we were Tate’s age?”
“Look, it’s probably nothing. Just ask Fidds what to do.”
“He’s not here.”
“Where is he?”
“A conference.” Ford’s voice rose in pitch. “Stanley, it’s the first time I’ve been left in charge of Tate on my own!”
“Really?” Stan asked. “He’s lived in Gravity Falls with you and Fidds for a year.” Ford spluttered for a few moments.
“I- his ex-step-mother doesn’t have much faith in my childcare abilities, and she still has partial custody of him, so legally she has a say in who watches him.”
“Right.” Stan rubbed his forehead. “Jenny still hates your guts, huh?”
“Unfortunately, yes. Stanley, I don’t know what to do, what if Tate’s seriously ill? He’s clearly delirious if he’s claiming he has influenza and he’s vomiting,” Ford said in a rush. Stan raised an eyebrow.
“Yes! I know we vomited as children, but-”
“Ford. He doesn’t have the actual flu.”
“Of course not, his symptoms-”
“He’s got stomach flu.”
Almost Famous 🎥 🍿
I don’t recall how many times I have seen this movie, it never ever disappoints. Up there as one of my all time favourites.
some expression practice. idk why gman was the subject but we’re here
Finance readings 📈