I Desperately Need Someone To Animate The Bluey Themesong With The Pines Family Instead. It Would Go

I desperately need someone to animate the Bluey themesong with the Pines family instead. It would go Ford (Mum), Stan (Dad), Dipper (Bingo), then Mabel (Bluey) and I will fight you on that order

Maybe someone has already done this, please send me a link if someone has!

Mystery Shack's Utilities Headcanons

Pretty niche topic but as someone who grew up rurally and dealt with most of these, I find them to be realistic. As if Stan's life needed to be harder

The shack's plumbing is on non-potable well water and Stan drives into town weekly to fill jugs of drinking water

The well water is very hard (has lots of minerals) and leaves hard water stains on everything

On top of that, it takes a long time for the water to heat up and the hot water runs out quickly

No dishwasher

Didn't have a dryer when Stan first arrived. For years he used a clothesline or went to the laundromat. He finally got one right before the kids moved in

Doesn't have any air conditioning. Most of the time it isn't needed except for a few hot days in the middle of summer (think the pool episode)

Didn't have heat for a long time, other than a woodburning stove, and Stan had to gather wood in the winter or buy it from the Corduroy's. After several bad winters, he put in a gas furnace with a pilot light. Stan kept unneeded rooms closed off so they wouldn't have to be heated

Ford didn't skimp on the electricity though, and there are backup generators in the basement in case of an outage

There were no telephones when Stan arrived, because Ford became paranoid and destroyed them all

Stan got wired internet in the 2000's, but only in a few rooms, like the office, and still didn't have wifi when the kids lived there

What Happened Last Summer (18+) Chapters 3 & 4

Posting two chapters today because I think they're best read together. As always the whole series is 18+ for mild sexual content.

New? Start at the beginning here - Chapter 1

Read Chapters 5 & 6 next

Enjoy! Press "keep reading"

18+ [Minors Do Not Interact]

Chapter 3

“No, Dipper, it needs to be closer!”

“Mabel, two chairs physically cannot be closer together,” Dipper gestured to a metal folding chair, its side completely flush with Stan’s armchair.

“What are you two fightin’ about now?”

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel ran to him, but stopped suddenly, looking very concerned. “Is that what you’re gonna wear?”

Stan looked down at his robe and slippers. “This is what I wear every night.”

“But don’t you want to look good for Kathy?”

“Sweety, I’m not goin’ out with Kathy tonight.”

“I know, but she’s coming here! We ran into her in town and invited her for a movie night! You better get dressed.” Mabel ran off before Stan could say anything. He glanced around the shack and panic began to set in. Was that stain in the carpet always there? When did the TV get so small? And oh, god – a metal chair?

After weeks of lovely dates with Katherine, Stan knew he was ready to take things further. She was good with the kids, and got along with Ford, but he found himself putting off actually bringing her to the Mystery Shack. Beyond the gift shop, she had never actually been inside. Thanks to Mabel, he didn’t have a choice anymore. At least Stanford was at McGucket’s for the night and wouldn’t bore her to death with his nerd-talk. 

Stan spent too long deciding what to wear. He finally put on his usual black pants and white shirt, opting out of the jacket and tie for a more casual look. He spent even longer in front of the mirror trying to determine just how many buttons to leave open. Just the top. No, the top two. Buttoning and unbuttoning several times before settling on the more conservative option. 

A knock echoed through the shack and Mabel zipped toward the door. Stan impulsively unfastened the second button on his shirt before following her. 

“Hi, Stan,” Kathy greeted him with a kiss. It didn’t last long, however, before Mabel pulled her away by the wrist. 

“You get the comfy seat! We’re watching a period drama. It’s Grunkle Stan’s favorite.” Stan chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck while they all took their seats. Dipper strolled in with popcorn and plopped onto the floor next to Mabel. 

Chapter 4

The soft glow of the scrolling movie credits illuminated Mabel’s face as she slept. That position couldn’t be very comfortable – on the floor, face pressed against Stanley’s leg. How a family this large managed with just one armchair in the living room was baffling to Kathy. Not as baffling as the pig actively chewing on Mabel’s sweater, however.

“Kids, go to bed.” Stan’s gruff voice roused Mabel from her sleep and Dipper led her and Waddles up to the attic. 

“Well… can I get you something to drink?” 

Kathy laughed and placed a hand on his arm, “I would love a bowl of cereal, actually.”

Stan laughed, “Well c’mon then.”

___

“So, uh, I’ve been meanin’ to talk to you about something,” Stan began, between mouthfuls of cereal. They stood opposite each other under the fluorescent light of the kitchen. Stan tried to hide his desperate nerves by casually leaning against the counter. “I don’t know if you’re a waitin’ till marriage kinda gal, or what…”

Kathy cocked an eyebrow at him. Stan avoided her eyes. Instead, he looked down at his bowl and absentmindedly moved the spoon in little circles. 

“But y’know, I figured we’d better get on the same page about sex. If you’re interested in that kind of thing.” He put his bowl down and looked up, “But either way, I think we have a great thing goin’ here.”

In response, Kathy put her bowl down as well. Expressionless, she looked him in the eyes and folded her arms. Stan coughed and began stammering an apology. 

“Stan,” she interrupted him, and with a laugh, said, “I’m definitely interested.” 

He nearly knocked his bowl off the counter as he stood up straight. “Really?” Kathy nodded, but Stan’s face grew puzzled. “How come ya never brought it up?”

She smiled. A subtle, devious sort of smile. “Well, sometimes guys your age have a hard time… being ready. I didn’t want to embarrass you,” she teased. 

Stan’s look briefly turned to surprise before he chuckled and stepped forward. “I’ll have you know, I can be ready whenever I want. Without any pills, either.”

Kathy stepped closer, too, arms still crossed. She looked directly up at him. “Prove it.”

Stan smiled with the corner of his mouth. With his hands on her hips, he guided her backwards until she was securely pressed between his body and the kitchen island. He could feel his enthusiasm pressing into her lower stomach. He put his hands on the countertop on either side of her and leaned into her ear, “That enough proof for ya?”

His breath on her ear made it suddenly difficult to speak. She just managed to nod ‘yes’ before his lips met hers.

He slowly made his way down her jawline, then her neck. The stubble on his cheeks made her giggle and squirm. He relished every movement she made against his body. 

"Stan?" Kathy whispered.

"Hmm?" He didn’t bother pulling away.

"How long has it been? Since the last time?"

His lips paused and lingered a moment before he straightened his back and ran a hand through his hair. With a nervous chuckle, he replied, "Geez honey, I thought you said you didn't wanna embarrass me."

“That long?” 

He laughed, “I mean, it ain't exactly a turn on gettin’ called your brother’s name the whole time.”

“Yeah?” She teased him, fiddling with the edge of his open collar. “What would you like to be called then?” 

Immediately, he was bright pink. For a man with such a tough exterior, it took very little to get him flustered. 

She continued, relentless in her teasing, “Oh I know – Mr. Pines? No, Mr. Mystery?”

He laughed, “Just Stanley is good.”

“Okay, Just Stanley, where were we?” She grabbed him by his signature gold chain and pulled him down to meet her lips once more. He took a small step back, bringing her with him, away from the island. One hand found its way to the underside of her ass, and the other to her hip. 

“Hold on to my shoulders.” 

She obeyed, and with a soft grunt, he had her up on the counter.

“Stanley,” she panted, “I didn’t realize you could–”

The front door swung open with a crash and a voice boomed down the hallway.

“Stanley, you won’t believe what we accomplished!” Ford appeared in the kitchen doorway and his excited look disappeared. “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

“Scram, Sixer. This ain't your personal peep show.”

“Yup. Leaving.” He was already out of sight before the words were heard. 

“Sorry ‘bout him, toots.”

“Oh it’s alright,” Kathy reassured him. “Now, what about that drink you mentioned earlier?”

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.

New? Start here at Chapter 1

Read Chapter 7 next

Enjoy :) click 'keep reading'

18+ [Minor do not interact]

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.

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-

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."