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Dear Stan

Dear Stan…
Some art for @forduary Week 2: College
This is inspired by the AO3 fanfiction by Tiedyed Trickster, Dear Stan, which is a what-if wherein Stan and Ford don’t have a falling-out, Ford gets to go to WCT, and the twins work together to help Stan get enrolled at Backups Tech where he studies mechanical engineering. It’s very slice-of-life, and the story is told via two forms of narrative and excerpts from letters the brothers exchange during the fall and spring semesters.
If you haven’t read this fic, I recommend you do
(p.s. I gave Stan his godawful mullet because A. I cannot do his slicked back style to save my life, and B. i headcannon that after he starts taking his studies seriously at BT, he starts to develop his own kinda studying-induced tunnel vision. He remembers to eat and shower and crud, but things that’ll take longer than half an hour is put to the wayside. It annoys his roommate to no end.)
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In a less angsty scene, Ford is scoffing at the advice Stan is giving out about dating, so Dipper turns and asks him for dating advice instead and Ford gets really red and awkward and avoids the question until he whispers to himself (but without moving at all so Dipper hears all of it) “I haven’t talked to a human woman in over 35 years.” And Dipper kind of edges away and goes back to Stan and they keep talking.
Rescue and Adoption
In the heart of the fairy mound, there were two identical cradles, each with an identical infant inside.
“One of these babies is the one you bore,” said a fairy. “The other is the changeling we left. You may leave our hall with whichever child you claim as your own. Choose wisely.”
“But they are both my children,” the human mother protested indignantly.
The fairies whispered amongst themselves in surprise and confusion. At last, one asked, “How do you mean?”
“I came to get back the child you stole from me, the one who is mine by blood. I never agreed to give my adopted child back to you.”
Perhaps her words touched the fairies’ hearts; or perhaps her stubbornness impressed them; or perhaps they simply found the argument amusing, novel enough to merit a reward.
She left the fairy mound, an infant in each arm, and brought them home.
MY FUNNY WEEKEND (JP/ROM/ENG)

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Lost Day Hour (ロストデイアワー) Translation
As always, my Japanese is not very good. Please take translations with a grain of salt and note they may be incorrect .
Lost Day Hour ロストデイアワー
Saying “let’s play again, okay?” I waved my hands They disappear in small groups
I see those blurring small shadows off While humming a tune
With the evening glow of the sunset on my back, Vaguely, my thoughts are of you
Recently, I’ve been wondering what I should do That’s right And wondering what we’ll talk about next time we meet
Ah, thinking about it, I’ve walked and come such a long way
Ah, even if I try thinking about it, The road hasn’t changed at all since yesterday
Geez, have I already become an adult? While still not understanding, another day comes to a close
Putting my hopes and even ideals on hold, Today, again, I think about what tonight’s dinner will be
The telephone poles are dyed orange In visibly alternating patterns
The simple-minded us of that day Raised our eyes to the same scenery
While singing of the lightly scorching sunset I carry bags from the convenience store
These repeating day-to-days will someday be uncoolly laughed at, huh?
Ah, even if mistakes are being made, The clock won’t turn back
Ah, when you realize it, The time and years will pile on
Sigh, even though I’ve already become an adult Nothing but stupid things come to mind
Hope and even ideals, even though I can’t find them Why? For some reason I don’t dislike it
Isn’t it such a strange thing? That even though I’ve become an adult, you are still my “friend”
Naturally and ordinarily, I think those things That’s right “It’s been a while” - let’s say that on the phone
Today, let’s laugh together like kids