Warning !! : This Post Contains Topics Of Sh

Warning !! : This post contains topics of sh

I wanna cvt so badly but my cousin threatened 2 tell the whole family if she ever found out that I did it again :[

part one

Mabel tosses her gun aside, wincing at the sound of glass shattering. She runs up to Grunkle Ford, hands curling into his worn red sweater and tugging. “What were you two fighting about this time?”

“Grunkle Ford, what’s wrong?” Ford doesn’t respond. His eyes are brimming with tears and glazed over in exhaustion, glued to the direction Stanley exited. Mabel yanks at his sweater again; insistent. “Hell-o? Earth to Stanford Pines? Come on, say something! Dipper, can you find something to make him snap out of it? Maybe his metal skull gave him lead poisoning—”

“He left.” Ford mutters. His shoulders droop, eyes downcast as he looked at the younger twins.

Caryn rushes to her child’s side. Her right hand on his shoulder, placing the other on his heart and patting sympathetically. “It’ll be okay. He’s gone now. I’ll make sure he doesn’t return, okay?”

The younger twins share a look the average person wouldn’t be able to understand. But she spoken their language longer than they’ve been alive. Translates it into one word; enemy.

Dippers eyes narrow. “What do you mean, make sure he doesn’t return?”

Caryn steps away from her son to usher her grandkids towards the kitchen table. Makes a motion towards the seats, but neither sit down. Resting her hands on their shoulders, a forlorn expression as she ponders how to explain this to two teenagers.

“Your uncle… he isn’t…” She whispers in a low tone, as to avoid startling Ford any further. “He did something wrong.”

“Yeah, so what? Everyone makes mistakes.” Mabel says, as the self-proclaimed #1 Stanley Pines defender.

Caryn sighs. “You’re right. People do make mistakes. But sometimes, when a person commits something so…sinful. Heinous. It’s better if they leave and never come back. And your uncle Stan hurt your uncle Ford because he’s a bad person.”

In unison, the younger twins slip out of her grasp; Mabel slaps her hand away, Dipper shoving it off his shoulder.

“Grunkle Stan is not a bad person.” Mabel insists like a factual statement. “You’re just saying that because you’re angry he messed up Grunkle Ford’s science project, like what, decades ago?”

“I was furious at Stanley for sabotaging Stanford’s science project. I mean, he was just a boy. But he was old enough to know his bad actions had consequences. And here I was, foolish enough to believe he had changed over the years we were apart. Turns out I never knew my son at all! I mean, how could he do that to his own brother? How could I have let that happen? I should’ve…” Caryn trails off, muttering things to herself.

Mabel spots the blood splatter on the floor, skimming over her family before checking herself. "Wait, was Grunkle Stan bleeding? We need to find him!"

"Mabel, it's only been a few minutes. He couldn't have gotten far." Dipper says, attempting to ease his sisters worries. His knuckles brush against Mabel’s, a silent ask. She responds, fingers intertwining and squeezing, glittery nails digging crescents. It doesn't do a thing, but rather make her more distraught.

"That's the point! He's out there, all alone… What if a pyterdoyal takes him away?" Mabel cries out. Caryn can't believe Dipper's taking her seriously, his brows furrow together as he considers the possibility, before shrugging.

"Maybe. But he punched it in the eyes so I’m not exactly worried." Her niece and nephew have lost their minds.

“You don’t get it, do you?” Caryn rolls her eyes, voice tilting into annoyance. Before she can say another word degrading the character of Stanley Pines, Ford lets out a sharp irritated noise.

“They know! They know everything.” Ford snarks, turning around to look his mother. His forefinger and thumb pinch his nose bridge, a tired sigh escaping him as glasses drop back down slant. “We weren’t exactly subtle about it at first. I was… traveling for thirty years, and when I returned there was an earthquake. He gained temporary amnesia from it and if it weren’t for Mabel I don’t think his memories would’ve returned. I guess the way society views our complex relationship was forgotten as well, because Stanley accidentally told the kids he loves me. Turns out—”

Caryn walks right back up to her first born son and smacks him across the face. “You’ve lost your damn mind alongside everyone here. Telling me, your own mother, that your brother loves you in the way only a man and a woman can love each other! You’re his brother! Stanley does not love you, Ford. It’s a sick, twisted perversion—”

“No.”

“He’ll just use you for his weird sexual desires and toss you aside like garbage. You’re nothing but a toy for him to manipulate. He’ll just fuck your life over again and you are allowing him—”

“No!”

“A sick freak that should’ve stayed dead in that casket—”

“NO!”

“No? No!” Manic laughter emits from the elderly woman, jabbing a finger into Ford’s heart. “He’s been using your bleeding heart to groom—”

“STOP!” Ford shoves her backward. She stumbles on the hardwood, but the younger set of twins catch her before any injuries occur.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… you were just… I know what it’s like to be taken advantage of. For years! For someone to string you into doing their dirty work while they reap the profits of labor. It was an insistent voice in my head making me do things I didn’t want. But they were always so good to me, so I didn’t think twice when I offered by body as a vessel. But Stanley — he always wanted me. Not for my brains or body, but a constant variable at my side. And I kept shoving him to the farthest corners of the earth from my own paranoia that he was going to use me. But he wouldn’t. He never has. He’d rather die than let anything bad happen to me. I’ve lost him twice and I can’t—” Ford chokes on a sob. He can feel his insides collapsing at the ache missing the only man who could utterly put him into ruins and euphoria. His field of view blurs into a messy painters palate, hands burying itself into gray strands and tugging.

Mabel and Dipper release their grandmother and rush to Ford’s aid. Their arms are tiny in comparison, but they’re strong enough to whisper words of reassurance, tug away a weeping uncle out of the kitchen and towards his bedroom.

No one comes back out to check on Caryn.

———

when i accidentally flash my scars to my friends:

I love how the Gravity Falls fandom has more sympathy for the abusers (Bill and Filbrick) than the victims (Ford and Stan).

Yeah. I totally LOVE how they'll bend over backwards to excuse and woobify the literal abusers, then victim blame and demonize the victims. /s

This fandom hates abuse victims SO MUCH.

Guess who's next !! ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )