#i am in love with college fiddauthor

[aggsh-shs]

get ready for the worst fiddauthor fanfic you’ve read yet

#i am in love with college fiddauthor #fiddauthor #fiddleford mcgucket #ford pines

[bugsinshoes]

ok so i just watched @fordtato and @hkthatgffan 's respective videos about their interview with THE alex hirsch and i wanna just say OH MY GOD like SERIOUSLY

im gonna put my thoughts under the cut so theres no spoilers if you havent seen it already (BUT GO WATCH THEM NOW PLEASE !!!) + its gonna be LONG so BEAR WITH ME

ok, so i have MANY thoughts so sorry if none of this is coherent 😭 (this is not in chronological order of when the questions were asked, just me spewing out my totally normal thoughts about this interview so apologies for that)

starting off:

THE BABY IS SHERMIE?!?!?!? IM SO SO GLAD WE FINALLY HAVE CONFIRMATION WE CAN FINALLY LEAVE THIS TO REST !! I WAS RIGHT THOUGH SO HA !!! ACTUALLY SCREAMING !! TIMELINE BE DAMNED (also another thanks to hana, your timeline video is genuinely awesome. i never shut up about it. ever. any time i talk to my friends abt gf and i need to refer to the timeline i go: "IN HANA'S VIDEO-") anyways, i do understand it was a last minute decision on the writer's part of "oh. dipper and mabel need a grandfather, its not ford, and its sure as FUCK not gonna be stan sooo... third brother?" and i do understand alex being like, "oh, this is about ford and stan only having eachother" so i think making shermie younger was a GOOD THING? like, stan and ford had 18 years of just them so shermie wasnt in the picture, so stan and ford technically grew up on their own so ig it works? also, when stan got kicked out, he never got to see shermie grow up, probably only saw him at events when he had to pretend to be ford (post-1983) and as for ford himself, he was too busy in college and gravity falls to really visit the family so... it works! (despite everything)

that aside, lets talk about THE CRUMBS??? like i have some quotes here because i have a LOT to say:

"theyre both so damaged and they desperately need each other" - alex hirsch (talking about stan and ford)

LIKE SUIUHUSHUSH i HATE these brothers SO MUCH (LIES) i cant actually properly express my thoughts because WOW like its clear that they both have their own trauma and they NEED to address it but theyre both too STUBBORN to do so. theyve both been alone for 40ish years so of course they need each other. they grew up by the hip, so theres no surprise that they both need each other (whether they like it or not)

"[ford's] grateful for the forgiveness he thinks he doesnt deserve" -alex hirsch

ford thinks so lowly of himself at times it HURTS. like the lines in the journal about "only then would the freak return a hero" or about his guilt with bill and everything its just so important to his character im so glad we got so much ford content in this interview. like i am EATING ALL THIS UP RN

"[ford] has to always have a mission in front of him, because if he doesnt have a mission in front of him, hes thinking how have i treated people in my life?" - alex hirsch

ford distracting himself with things instead of facing his problems. probably something he had to do a lot, especially with his time in the multiverse. but it really hurts because i can imagine in the 60s, they never had any great coping mechanisms? so i can assume ford was just conditioned to distract himself from stuff so he never learned how to deal with things. and i KNOW in the journal hes like "i meditate!" and im sure that does help somewhat, but it doesnt address the issue itself soooo... sorry ford, but you cant just breathe your way out of everything

ALSO alex calling ford and fiddlefords falling out a "BREAKUP" (air quotes used) BUT A BREAKUP??? this is just adding fuel to my fiddauthor-infested brain rn. i CANT

and alex saying mcgucket is thinking like, "oh i gotta be a better partner" is HEART SHATTERING like the whole talk about fiddleford being "the building guy" who is kind of just there to make machines and please ford. its honestly so heartbreaking because fiddleford loves ford so much he'd leave his wife and child to go to absolute nowhere, oregon and the fact ford is too arrogant to see fiddlefords admiration and overall love for him its just IUIUAHHAS

and i do wanna say, i KNOW bill played a big part in this, by stroking fords ego and buttering him up with his kind words because he knew exactly what ford wanted to hear and that really affected how ford and fidds' relationship was like but THATS A TOPIC FOR ANOTHER TIME. all i know is that ford isnt entirely to blame, but he still is a massive arrogant asshole and he wasnt the best person to fidds at times (love him tho <3)

but im actually so happy because this interview sheds SO much light onto FORD bcs we BARELY got to know him, and hearing it from MR HIRSCH HIMSELF is just so good because we KNOW its a reliable source because its coming from ALEX YK??? like he wrote ford so he probably knows "oh yeah, that man is guilt-ridden as FUCK" and im so glad we get some crumbs of this guy i cant get enough of him !!! (impatiently waiting for the book of bill)

ANNNDD THE TALK ABOUT MAYBE GETTING A SEA GRUNKS SPINOFF/MINISERIES??? I WOULD EXPLODE GENUINELY ANYTHING WITH MY FAVOURITE OLD MEN PLEASE !! i would genuinely love to see more of their dynamic and how everything is after weirdmaggeddon and like dealing with trauma and UGHHH i would kill for stan/ford content PLEASE

also...

hippie ford.

hippie. ford.

i am never getting over this (im internally SCREECHING)

ANYWAYS THAT WAS MY RANT ABT MY FAV THINGS FROM THE INTERVIEW THAT WAS A LOT GODDAMN

im genuinely so happy with all the questions that got answered, as well as getting some deeper insight into characters and stuff. IM NEVER GETTING OVER THE AMOUNT OF FIDDAUTHOR CRUMBS YOU GUYS

im gonna end this by saying another MASSIVE thank you to hana and hk !! you both put so much effort into your respective videos and it was super super cool !! this was totally worth the wait !!! :D

#yapping #gravity falls #god that was an amazing 2 hours of my life #time to rewatch them again and again until the book of bill releases #btw hana if youre seeing this i loved your puppets #they were very silly #also cant wait for that rob interview. super hyped

[zephrunsimperium]

Fic Recs!

Here's a list of my top five Gravity Falls fan fiction recommendations!

Jersey Boy (incomplete, infrequent updates) Ford-Centric, FiddAuthor, Teen & Up Audiences Summary: Jersey Boy takes place in 1969 and follows 18-year-old Stanford Pines, fresh out of high school with a hole in his heart that a twin brother used to fill. The story mostly deals with depression, the repercussions of abuse/trauma, and internalized homophobia, following Ford as he navigates falling in love with his roommate - Fiddleford McGucket, engineering major and anti-war hippie - under the shadow of the Vietnam War and a world riddled with anti-semitism and homophobia. Thoughts: Without a shred of exaggeration, the most beautiful, thought provoking writing I have ever come across. This fic changed my life and revolutionized my perspective on writing as a medium; an absolute must-read.

If You Love Me, Come Clean (complete) FiddAuthor, Mature Summary: A thorough overview of Ford and Fidds’ relationship from college to post-weirdmageddon. Thoughts: I totally consider this fic canon. It made me sob and I stayed up until 4 AM to finish it.

Sacrifice of Stanford Pines (complete) Stan Twins, Fiddleford, Bill, Teen & Up Audiences Summary: When Stan doesn’t answer the postcard, Ford must go to New Mexico to visit his twin himself. Thoughts: One of the very first fics I read and still one of my favorites. Just a darn good time.

Knowing Me, Knowing You (incomplete, no recent updates) BillFord, Fiddleford, Mature Summary: Instead of inviting Fiddleford to help work on the portal, Ford builds a body for Bill and the demon is not so happy to be stuck under the confines of mortality. Rom-Com hijinks between the man and his muse ensue. Thoughts: This fic is absurdly long, but reading it was a delight; it had me laughing like crazy. It’s written and organized incredibly well with a refreshingly nuanced take on BillFord. The characterization of Bill is particularly amazing because he’s definitely a complete person, but he’s very clearly inhuman. All of Bill’s underlings have individual personalities and the sci-fi elements are out of this world.

O Brother (incomplete, currently updating) Stan Twins, Fiddleford, Teen & Up Audiences Summary: The young twins go forward in time to meet their opposite brother in 1982. Bill is a jerk, Fiddleford is an absolute mom to little Stanley, and Stan is Actually The Cutest as a 12 year old and a 30 year old. Thoughts: Some of the most genuine Stan twins cuteness I have ever seen. I’m just a sucker for the li’l kiddos.

#fic recs #knowing me knowing you #jersey boy #gravity falls fan fiction #gravity falls #fiddauthor #stanford pines #bill cipher #stan twins #stanley pines #fiddleford mcgucket

[sleepsentry]

for the ask game, number 8: unpopular fandom opinion(s) regarding gravity falls. also, love your work. ^_^

Thank you! ^^

Of course these are based on my assumptions about what's popular and these are takes I haven't seen around in the wild.

This kinda just devolves into a headcanon list towards the end. haha ^^'

OK so hmmmm oh boy there's a lot:

Gravity Falls is NOT the best thing ever it just had a bunch of really talented people working on it who made it super fun. But it's far from a golden standard and I don't think it should be held up as a standard, that idea is reductive and creatively stifling.

I don't like comparing Amphibia, Owl House, Duck Tales (2017), Inside Job and many others to Gravity Falls. The similarities are superficial and those shows shouldn't be living in Gravity Fall's shadow. They deserve to stand tall and cast their own.

On that note Alex Hirsch is just some guy and I don't like his stuff on its own that much. He's not that funny or interesting to me, but he is just some guy. Hope he doesn't turn out to be a shitty dude. *shrug*

Stanley is overrated (I love him but jeez guys. He's not that endearing.)

Rick and Morty x Gravity Falls is a terrible crossover, tonally, technically and thematically. (I also am just very unimpressed by rick and morty in general)

Stanchez is bad. Rick can eat my shorts. Stan "deserves better". Obviously the fan creations are good. But they don't change my mind about the base idea.

The stans both did nothing wrong ever and I love them deeply without comparing them. (joke I know they fuck up, but they fuck up together.)

Fiddauthor is mid and boring. It comes off as amatonormative and people overall are very exclusionary over it wich is just being a dick and using a ship preference to justify it. (I dont mean to be mean but yeah, you guys are doing fine you can take some salt.)

Ford and Fidd are more like siblings than a couple.

Ford and Fidd both dismissed eachother and the miscommunication was on both of them. (Similair to stan and ford it's no one character's fault)

Ford and Fidd's relationship has more emotional weight viewed through the platonic lense of fidds being older than ford by two or three years and "adopting" him as a "little brother" in college, and how that followed them into their 30s even when the age gap had long become irrelevant. Rather than just "gay sad nerds have marital issues" as fun as that sounds.

Fiddleford is a crazy, scary, adorable, kind, stupid, genuis. This man contains multitudes, I try my best not to flanderize him into one over the other. He can be all those fun things.

Fiddlestan is inherently more funny and compelling than fiddauthor. (To me, to me.)

Fillbrick wasn't the devil incarnate he was just a shit dad, wich fair enough is very bad. Haha (idk there isn't enough of him for me to truly hate and I'd rather not assume the worst, I deal with abusive parents enough in my day to day I don't need to add one to my fav silly show haha)

Billford isn't "toxic" it's too bizarre for that, and much is left to be inferred about both characters and their dynamic. (Again, assuming the worst instead of something more fitting and fun) It's obviously bad for ford but I thought everyone hated him when he isn't nice to stan or being shipped with fidds so it should be cool. (Sarcasm)

Dipper and mabel fuck up equally and mabel is generally more empathetic and aware of the world around her than dipper who hyperfocuses. (Been there pal.)

Mabel is more similar to Ford and Dipper is more similar to Stan

Dipper is a good boy but a bit on the boring side for me. He's fine. I like him well enough.

Mabel is more relatable to me, but I relate to dip's anxiety disorder so bad.

Dipper would NOT grow up to look like Ford. He'd look like shermy or stan.

Mabel would grow up to be bigger and broader than dipper. She'd also be the one to get glasses and look more like ford. She's already halfway there with the hair and jumpers (sweaters)

Jokes about ford failing to impress girls are cringe, heteronormative and bad. And ford doesn't like anyone. (Bill is his own can of eldritch worms)

Dipper doesn't like girls in the way he thought he should and that's why his crush on wendy played out the way it did, it was never really about her, it was about his relationship to her. How she helped him find someone to admire, and was kinda his first real friend who he felt was cool and understood him, heteronormativity made him think he liked her romantically. He so obviously didn't that it hurts my soul.

Mabcifica is underrated as hell and more interesting than dipcifica. That being said.

I do ship dipcifica but in a queer way. You guys don't get it. They're queer.

The cis/heteronormative takes where pacifica and dipper have children together and dipper looks older but Pacifica is just her kid face on a sexy lady bod make me uncomfortable.

And that's why Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica could grow up into a polyamorous "Vee" relationship. [When one person is dating two people who aren't dating eachother, in this case obviously cause they're twins. It forms a "V" from Pacifica to the Pines twins ^^]

What was this ask originally about?

#gravity falls #asks and answers #ask game #gravity falls headcannon #not art

[fordtato]

New to the Fiddauthor train; just spent my entire night reading Jersey Boy for the first time - I am absolutely blown away. I haven't read a fanfic this good in years. It's been a while since a fic's been able to get me swept up in the story like this, and for so long, where I don't even notice my sleep deprived state or my music shutting off, half expecting to wake up tomorrow and see what happens next through Ford's eyes because it feels so real. It's 4 in the morning for me and I'm probably completely rambling, but I just gotta say.. damn. You have talent, and I wish I could put a single word in bold or italics. I absolutely love your work. Can't wait to see more; hopefully Ford gets to be happy :)

One question - are you planning to end it in college or moreso during the main series' timeline (research, weirdmageddon, etc.?) If it's too many spoilers it's alright not to answer, I just figured if it's later I should mentally prepare myself a little

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE COMPLIMENT! This is unbelievably nice of you to say - im so so sorry about the late response. Sometimes my askbox just DOESNT TELL ME WHEN I HAVE AN ASK and i hate it.  I’m so excited for what’s around the bend.  I will say, I plan for this fic to be focused on time in the college

[novantinuum]

Together in Wanting

Read on AO3, comments and kudos there appreciated

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Rating: T

Words: 2700~

Pairings: Fiddauthor

Story Summary: Ford overanalyzes every aspect of his strengthening crush on his roommate, and Fiddleford finally makes a move. (Content warning for some brief internalized homophobia.)

Very much inspired by an early RP with @the-ill-doctor, and my personal envisioning of how Ford and Fiddleford initially got together in our RP stuff. No context of that is needed to enjoy this, though. :D 

It only took the better part of a semester for thoughts of Fiddleford to become hopelessly and inseparably entangled within his mind. Like a single, minuscule spot of ink spilled on thick parchment— the property of capillarity pulling it through each and every layer, pigment spreading so deep one might never hope to separate the two again— whatever bewitching influence the man had unknowingly cast on him had grown and grown and created...

He shifted restlessly under his sheets, stealing away what were likely the last possible shreds of warmth his ratty bedding had to offer.  

Well...

It certainly created something new, Ford thought, anxiety buzzing deep through his bones. Something that wasn’t supposed to happen, not to him, not here. And yet, ignoring every hesitant voice that echoed at his peripherals instructing— no, demanding— that he come to his senses least trouble find him, something beautiful. Truth be told, he’d never experienced anything like this before, this... level of inexplicable attachment to another person. It was as intoxicating as it was infuriating. Here he stood, bottom of the pecking order— a college freshman, and one who didn’t have a lick of spare time to dedicate to paltry, fanciful matters such as these— and he just had to choose to be sweet on his own one-and-a-half-year older roommate!

Well, not that he had any choice in the matter. If it were up to choice, he’d probably have jumped ship that fated day he noticed all his thought patterns inevitably looping back around to that warm hearted, gregarious, confidence-for-miles southern genius. With every nervous flutter he felt within, it was almost maddening. Almost, if not for the payoff he received whenever he responded to his puns with an even dorkier one (Hey Fidds, what kind of ghosts haunt the chemistry lab? Methylated spirits) and his roommate’s laugh rang out loud and free.

Dear god, he loved the sound of his laugh. The breathy twang of his voice as he sang along with his banjo, as off key as it was. Hah, and to think he once scorned all of Fiddleford’s southern quirks...! What changed his mind? What became different in the four months they’d coexisted together, since that first day when Ford foolishly almost wrote him off as a brainless southern hick?

Oh, he remembered that day so vividly he could nearly recount the exact emotions that filtered through his being at every turn. When he first met Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, he hated him. He was utterly furious, because he was so low strung about everything, and so folksy, and taking up space in what was supposed to be his single dorm, his sanctuary from the rest of the world, but thanks to a housing mishap became sanctuary to two. He fell right into the insidious trap of judging him by mere appearance, right into blatant hypocrisy. The guilt he still felt for that was palpable, pressing down upon him like lead. Hopefully one day he’d find the right moment to apologize.

Still, it was all too unimaginable.

How could he possibly have known then what he knew now? That he’d fudge his first set of final exams and receive a few A minuses because he, Stanford F. Pines, couldn’t stop thinking about a man? Or that he’d be friends with him to begin with, after bemoaning over him ceaselessly to Ma that first week on the phone? What if he explored this the way he would with one of his experiments, conducted an unbiased scientific query focused on the origin of human romantic interactions within the temporal lobe of the brain? Could he ever pinpoint the moment, the precise variable, that sent that first ripple of nervous energy through his chest? Was it the day Fidds commented on a sketch of his DD&MD character and called them ruggedly handsome, not knowing that Ford based this elven sorcerer on himself? (Or did he know??) Maybe it was the first time he casually rest a hand on his shoulder— an action likely as natural as anything to someone from the tactile South, but entirely foreign to him. Or perhaps it was when they found a common interest in tinkering and stayed up until three am building an alarm clock Rube Goldberg would be proud of out of a busted toaster, some notebook spirals they salvaged from the trash, and an oven mitt?

How many hypotheses could he forge?

He shivered in the bitter January chill, his blankets no longer appropriate protection from the elements. He tilt his neck to catch a glimpse of his roommate, eyes squeezed closed and breathing evenly in the bed across the small dorm. The distance between them was only a few feet at most, but it might as well have been impenetrable. Ford sighed wearily, laying limp on his back, as if the weight of a loss he hadn’t yet experienced had already settled upon him.

Who was he kidding? All these thoughts he’d let enrapture his mind, these idle fantasies of what could be? Foolish. Shameful, that deep, terrified part of him whispered. For a number of reasons.

Reason one, his subconscious monotonously supplied once again. Reason one is that you’re not here at this dead-end school to entangle yourself in the lives of others. You’re here to prove your worth to your family and to academia, however you can. Reason two. He’s your roommate for the rest of the year. If you make a move, and you botch this up, life will become painfully difficult.

Reason three.

Reason three was most of his worries, and why he still hesitated to make any sort of advances. He already knew Fiddleford was... well, queer, as many of the man’s friends oft referred to themselves. But Ford? He wasn’t sure if... he never... How would he even...

True, he never felt any strong inclination towards the so-called ‘fairer sex’ as a kid. Even whatever throwaway crush he had on Cathy Crenshaw in the second grade seemed more manufactured than real, since every facet of society he’d encountered aimed to press upon him the concept of man and woman, groom and wife. But if he’d never experienced anything... romantically... inclined in the first place, then how on earth can he know for sure if that’s what this is? In the end, however, he supposed it wouldn’t be changing much about the way people saw him either way. He was already a poor, Jewish Jersey kid from a mixed family with a rare genetic mutation, why the hell not add ‘gay’ to the mix?

The minutes ticked on into endless oblivion, the only noticeable sound except for the low wind whistling at their window and the drunk laughter of those rowdy frat boys a few doors down. He nestled even further under his blankets, settling so they pulled all the way up to his chin.

He desperately wished he were braver. Truth be told, even if he could amass the courage, he didn’t know if Fiddleford would be interested. Again, his roommate was one and a half years older. They were both adults, sure, but was that still too weird? Would it be a deal breaker? At the very least, he counted himself forever lucky to have him as a friend and confidant, no matter what happened (or didn’t happen) between them. No matter what doubts assailed his thoughts, he would cherish each second he could get with him: Those few stolen moments on campus where Fidds would find him after class and they’d circle around the quad talking about DD&MD or the Apollo missions or that new academic journal on string theory Ford recently found for what felt like hours. Unique instances like last Friday, when they grabbed a bite to eat off campus together at Fidds’ impromptu request. Lazy evenings spent in the dorm not doing anything in particular, just progressing on coursework or personal projects, but always in each other’s welcomed company. Every bit of winter break, when Fiddleford kindly invited him to stay with his family in Tennessee so he didn’t have to hole up in the frigid dorms or return home.

He couldn’t help the hopeless, stupid smile that teased at his lips, his cheeks almost hurting from how wide it ran. See, and this was precisely why his feelings for Fiddleford couldn’t be downplayed as mere friendship or camaraderie! He never got this way thinking about his other DD&MD mates. Still, it was late, he was cold... letting his mind replay the same broken record all night long wouldn’t do him any favors. He yawned, and curled up to conserve as much body heat as possible.

“You still up?” a voice whispered softly from across the dorm.

He froze into a panic. All this time, Fiddleford wasn’t asleep?? Shit, shit, he didn’t notice him staring dazedly at his side of the room the whole time, did he?

“Yeah,” he replied on automatic, instantly regretting not pretending to be deep in slumber.

Fidds turned in his bed so they faced each other, head propped up on his pillow. “It sure is cold, huh.”

“It, ah... It sure is."

“An’ my blanket ain’t helping.”

“Uh, I- I could check if I have an extra?”

He didn’t. But oh, for Fiddleford, he wished he did.

“Y’know... with all that ice outside,” he drawled, “maybe we oughta work together to conserve heat. Mind if I... bunk with you, for the night?”

Never in his life had he been more grateful that he had the freedom to hide his blushing face under the covers. Jesus, Stanford, don’t go falling to pieces just yet.

“Bunk wi- with me?”

“Sure! I reckon that way, we can combine all our bedding and hopefully not freeze ta’ icicles in the middle of night.”

The unexpected proposal left his mind flooded with nothing but formless static, wholly undecided in its path. He... why would... What if they...

“Of course, only if you’re comfortable,” Fiddleford added quickly, and he knew he’d have to give a coherent response soon least he risk coming off as rude.

“I am!” he blurted out. “I mean, I- I’m not opposed. To the idea of it, to us, uh... yes.”

Nailed it.

His roommate grinned. “Be right over, then!”

He watched with a tumultuous mixture of dumbfounded shock (that such a proposition had ever occurred) and eager anticipation (that he would ever want to share a bed in the first place) as the man eagerly bundled up blankets in his arms and traversed across the room to him. While Fidds was taking care of that, he pulled back the corner of his comforter in preparation, as well as scooting himself clear to the wall. Gotta allow him as much space as possible, just in case his reasons for bed sharing weren’t the same as Ford’s reasons for his hands shaking like a leaf in sheer nervousness. Thank goodness he could excuse that away as the bite of the cold.

Fiddleford threw his blankets over the twin sized mattress, and true to form there was an instant increase in warmth. To think he’d nearly forgotten what such comfort felt like! After tucking the blankets in against the far wall— cute, real cute— he climbed in beside him. His long legs brushed against his, meeting with the hem of his sweatpants.

“Here, I can—“ he murmured, shifting his feet to allow him more room. “Is that—?”

“Yeah,” he said, settling in with a soft smile and resting his head on the pillow, nose mere inches from his. “Thanks,” he added, a flash of genuine appreciation in his eyes.

(Misty blue, he noted. Reminded him of the surf.)

Side by side, they lay together in pregnant silence for an unknown duration. Their overlapping heartbeats were the only identifiable sound other than the clock’s ticking, and the never ceasing whistling of the wind. Seems the frat boys, at least, had since gone to sleep.

“Ford...”

“Hmm?”

“You do know I like ya’, right?”

And with that, a jolt of electricity shot through his entire nervous system. His tongue went slack, and Fiddleford spoke again.

“Like, like like you?”

Oh sweet Moses, it was as if his stomach had turned itself inside out- but not in an unpleasant, sick in bed with carbonated water and soda crackers sort of way, not at all. No, rather the odd sensation was light and fluttery. His face felt curiously warm, a welcome change from the frigid conditions he’d suffered in all night up until now. Breathlessly, he tried to splutter out a response.

“Y-you... you mean to say that you—?”

“Was wonderin’ when you’d finally notice? No offense, but your head’s kinda been up in the clouds.”

“I—“

He closed his eyes, steeling his nerves.

“I- really like you, too,” he finally admitted, that fluttery sensation acting up again at declaring it out loud for the first time.

“Oh, we all know,” he said fondly.

His eyes shot open.

“We?"

“What, d’ya think the rest of the crew couldn’t notice? Ford Pines, ‘m sorry ta say you really ain’t as subtle as you think you are, pining away over here.” Fiddleford paused to reach across to his face, and brushed a stray bit of his brown hair behind his ear. He peered thoughtfully into his eyes. “You ain’t subtle, and neither am I, frankly. It’s why I decided to be the first to speak up ‘bout it, ‘cause lord knows it probably wouldn’t‘ve been you.”

“I’d say I resent that, but you’re probably right,” he said with a warm chuckle, already feeling a great deal more confident about the scenario than he did only moments ago.

That wonderful man simply had something about him, something about the upbeat, genuine way he talked, that could put even the most nervous of souls at ease. He couldn’t explain it, not fully, but whenever he was around him he felt inspired to do things he’d never before considered. To take risks, to experience new and better things, to say ‘fuck it’ and sign up for that cryptography elective he desperately wanted to take even though it didn’t apply to his major... To always make the best effort he could to take care of himself, to live striving with purpose regardless of when that purpose feels impossibly distant on the horizon, to laugh daily even when laughter is the last thing he feels he’s humanly capable of...

To fall in love...

“How long has it been,” he asked, suddenly curious, “since you knew?”

“Since I knew...? Knew what? That I liked men? That you had a crush? That- that I also had one?”

“Any of it, really?”

“Hmmm,” Fiddleford thought out loud, tapping his slender finger to his chin. “Well, I figured out I was queer back when I was a kid. Had a crush on this young mailman we used to get ‘round our parts, see. And I knew you had the hots for me ever since I overheard ya’ muttering all sorts of cute things in your sleep.”

A nervous “Heh, heh” was all he could manage in response. He leaned his head ever so slightly closer to him.  

“But me? Well, I s’pose it was... Apollo 12. Back in November. We were watching the launch downstairs, in the lounge, and you... you were just so passionate about it. ‘Bout the whole world ‘round us. All my days an’ I’ve never known anyone so in love with discovery, with askin’ why. Spending time with you’s been one of the best things in my life,” he admitted, blushing slightly.

“Same,” Ford agreed, grinning wildly, his cheeks the same shade of red. “So then, if we both...? What now?”

“For now, we sleep,” he said with a short laugh. “If we stay up any later, not even Cafe Cubano could wake us up in time for lecture, I’m sure."

“Ah, but you doubt the power of my ma’s famous Cafe Cubano.”

He snickered, and then— leaned over to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. “Goodnight, Ford.”

The man rolled over then, a respectful offer of privacy within their already intimate arrangement. Ford beamed, still entirely giddy and awed in light of everything that had happened, dusting his fingers over the skin his lips graced.

“Goodnight...” he wished, his restless form finally finding a sense of deep, encompassing peace.

For tonight, at least, his slumber would be sound and dreamless.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddauthor #gravity falls fanfiction #my writing stuff #headcanons pulled from for this fic- for anyone curious: #fidds is trans and bisexual #ford is panromantic ace but at this point in college IDs as gay bc i don't imagine he'd find those specific words until much later in his li #also ford is half cuban on his ma's side

[inktheblot]

gf, fiddauthor, mabifica

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character: *pounds fists on table* Ford Ford Ford Ford Ford Ford

Least Favorite character: Everything about Filbrick “I’m Not Impressed” Pines leaves a nasty taste in my mouth

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Fiddauthor (but of course), Mabifica, Soos/Melody, Stanchez if that counts, Robbie/Tambry

Character I find most attractive: depends on what you mean by “attractive”????? I immediately loved Ford’s character design a lot

Character I would marry: yeah let’s not go there

Character I would be best friends with: Probably Dipper

A random thought: I really, really just want one blasted hint of what we’re gonna see in the graphic novel

An unpopular opinion: THE BLACKLIGHT JOURNAL WAS A HECKIN’ LETDOWN MAN LIKE YEAH IT’S NICE BUT ALSO FULL OF COP-OUTS AND WASTED POTENTIAL???? WHAT

My canon OTP: Soos & Mel!

Non-canon OTP: we all know the answer to this

Most badass character: That honestly depends on the scene! Stan and Wendy are who come to mind first.

Pairing I am not a fan of: any ship involving the Dorito

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): WENDY DESERVED HER OWN EPISODE DAMMIT and why is the flannel man so mean to Ford

Favourite friendship: too many!! Ford & Fidds, Dipper & Wendy, Mabel & her gang, Fidds & Pacifica, Mabel & Robbie…

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

Fiddauthor:

when or if I started shipping it: I’m not exactly sure when I boarded ship, but I know it was at least at some point before the series’ end. I believe it was the reveal of F’s laptop password was what shot me into “we’re in this for the long haul”.

my thoughts: O-T-heckin’-P of my heart

What makes me happy about them: I love the sort of friendship they have, where a couple of nerdy outcasts realize that they have that click with each other and it makes an unpleasant situation that much more bearable. Their different brands of quirky intelligence bounce off each other so well. After all they’ve been through, all the time they’ve been apart, they still harbor such fondness for one another and are immediately willing to forgive for past mistakes. I could go on and on…they’re such an excellent pair, whether as friends or romantic partners.

What makes me sad about them: OH BOY HOWDY LIKE THE ENTIRETY OF CANON??? Notable heart-stabbers include that scene in the diner from the Journal, “I’M SORRY FIDDLEFORD”, and that one cut storyboard from The Last Mabelcorn (”You’re the one with the sickness!). In headcanon, Ford struggling with guilt plus Fiddleford struggling with his memory equals pain always. Again, I could go on and on (you know this about me).

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: idk…anything OOC, obviously? I can’t think of anything specific off the top of my head…anything that trivializes either of their struggles or minimizes one’s flaws/mistakes to make the other look bad???

Things I look for in fanfic: I’m not super picky about plotlines as long as everyone’s in character, but some stuff I like includes first kiss/getting-together scenarios, how their lives/relationship evolve post-canon, wacky college shenanigans, good ol’-fashioned ANGSTIN’ …and trans Fiddleford is always a bonus

My kinks: uhhhhhhhh

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: SLEEP AND HAPPINESS

My happily ever after for them: Living together in the Manor, surrounded by family and friends, happily married, free to explore their respective scientific passions with no pressure or expectations, living out the rest of their years in peace.

Mabifica:

when or if I started shipping it: I honestly don’t remember lmao

my thoughts: Second-fave GF ship! I love rivals-to-friends dynamics, I love “the sunshiney one and the grumpy one who can always be moved to smile by the sunshiney one” type ships, I love both of these gals being awesome and moving away from ideas they had that might have been incorrect or harmful as they grow up (heteronormativity and classism for instance).

What makes me happy about them: Mabel forgiving someone who wasn’t the nicest to her at first and see them as a friend. Pacifica standing up to her parents, realizing that family isn’t necessarily equated to blood, and softening up in general. Mix-and-match sweaters. Mini golf dates. Diner dates. Karaoke dates. Girls finding strength in each other and feeling like it’s okay to be their true selves around each other (and explore what that really means). It’s all Very Good.

What makes me sad about them: idk honestly??? There’s not too much angst to be had just yet, they’re still young and Pure…this ship is fluffy cheeseballs most of the time and I love it.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: I haven’t read too much fic of these two (clearly, this must be remedied), but I really don’t like when I just see this ship as a “pair the spares” bonus in b/i/ll/d/ip fics…these gals deserve better

Things I look for in fanfic: A lot of the things mentioned above…Pacifica being welcomed into the Pines clan with open arms…anything that gives the Northwest parents a kick in the balls…Sleepovers…

My kinks: they’re 12 let’s not

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I wholly prefer these as friendship dynamics, but Paz/Dipper and Mabel/Candy are ships I’ve seen around that are definitely way cute in their own right.

My happily ever after for them: Mabel is an art teacher, Paz is a lawyer, and they run a fashion design business together on the side. They adopt some cute, unusual pets and maybe an actual human child, too, when they’re ready. They grow up, but they never Grow Up. Dipper is the best Best Man.

#replies #bananaquits #gravity falls #fiddauthor #mabifica #this took 2 long i am sorry

[masked-fox-creations]

1. Fiddauthor

Gladly! Prompt: “Are you drunk?” 

Also on ao3

“Are you drunk?” Fiddleford asked in lieu of a proper greeting. His partner smiled wide, lifting his glass up. The ice inside clinked against the sides.

“That’s a very probably possibility!”

Stanford motioned him into the office, drink sloshing around haphazardly, and Fiddleford obliged with a chuckle he couldn’t hold back. It wasn’t often Stanford let himself become inebriated—he seemed to have a fear of not being in control. Even in college there were only a handful of times he had engaged in drinking or sharing a joint; and then only alone with Fiddleford in their dorm.

“Well you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Yes! And you should be, too,” Stanford replied, already pouring him a drink.

“But then who would tuck you in when you got too drunk to move and start whining about gravity?”

“That was one time—”

“Two times.”

“Two times. Doesn’t matter because that is in the past.”

Stanford pressed the glass into Fiddleford’s hands, then clapped him on the shoulder. He gazed intently into Fiddleford’s eyes, and he felt himself getting flush. Fiddleford wished he could blame the alcohol he hadn’t touched yet. He jumped when Stanford spoke again.

“Tonight, we celebrate the future.”

“Shouldn’t we celebrate after we know the portal works? Don’t want ta count chickens before those shells are off of ‘em, after all.”

“Nonsense!” Stanford waved off, voice an octave louder than necessary.

Fiddleford grinned; his friend was well and truly drunk. He took a sip of whiskey and admired Stanford whose eyes were twinkling now as he went on about the scientific breakthrough they would surely achieve very soon. It had been a while since he’d seen Stanford so thrilled, so happy. Usually Stanford had a quiet yet intense studiousness about him, always chasing knowledge instead of general pleasures. Not that Fiddleford minded! He loved Stanford’s ways.

“You know,” Fiddleford pointed out, interrupting his friend mid sentence, “we won’t be able to start up the machine if we’re passed out in a drunken stupor.”

“Please, I remember when you showed up drunk to professor Vegas’ midterm—and passed.”

“With flying colors. But that was thanks to youthfulness, darling. In case you haven’t noticed, I have aged. I don’t suppose time has done anything for me,” Fiddleford sighed dramatically.

“I have to disagree,” Stanford said with such seriousness that it shocked Fiddleford. His friend stared at him intently with an expression he could not decipher.

“Stanford…?” Fiddleford started as the other man crossed the space between them.

“Fiddleford, did I ever properly tell you how glad I am you came here?”

Fiddleford noticed just how close they were, so close his alcohol laden breath ghosted against Fiddleford’s lips.

“Stanford, you are very drunk.”

“He used to always call it liquid courage. I suppose he was right,” Stanford mused.

“Who—?”

Stanford was kissing him. It took a moment for Fiddleford to process that, but then he was kissing back wholeheartedly. Stanford’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer; in turn Fiddleford draped his around Stanford’s neck. While it was all a bit sloppy and tasted like whiskey, it spread a warmth through Fiddleford that made his heart flutter.

Time stood still. When they finally pulled away both were breathless and red.

“The future,” Stanford panted, smile breaking out across his face, “is going to be wondrous.”

“You’re always just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Stanford laughed as though that was the funniest thing he had ever heard. Fiddleford joined him. That warmth didn’t go away.

#It's nice and fluffy if you ignore the dramatic irony of what happens next in canon. #fiddauthor #Gravity Falls #fanfiction #Fox answers #Fox made this #long post

[enigmatist17]

Clingy Partner (FiddAuthor)

So I missed the fact that @fiddauthor-week-four has daily prompts, sorry about that! Anyways, have some cuddly boys, and I apologize for the format, I am on mobile! He had noticed it college. Fiddleford had kept to himself those first few weeks, but he supposed that after falling asleep on the floor beside him was the catalyst. Fiddleford was clinging to Stanford that next morning, the two blushing messes as they scrambled apart, but their cautious distance didn't last. One bed became unused, Stanford often waking to find Fiddleford stuck to him like glue much to his amusement. When Fiddleford came to Gravity Falls, it seemed like he was touch starved. The first night he arrived Stanford wasn't surprised to be constantly hugged, the southerner a mess until the researcher assured Fiddleford the contact was much desired. If he had to be honest Stanford had missed their nightly cuddle sessions, never once turning Fiddleford away when he came with hugs or cuddles. When Stanford returned to Gravity Falls, he wanted to seek his partner out, but found he had little time to do so until after Weirdmageddon. His former partner had aged, the man seemingly not recognizing Stanford at first until Dipper murmured something to the older man. It wasn't until he and Stanley had returned from their trip that Stanford approached Fiddleford with a proper hug. It lingered, the two sharing blushes as they settled down in the Shack near the fireplace, never far as they spoke about what they had gone through. Around town in the days following, it started to show that the two were head over heels, often having their arms around each other as they chatted to themselves. Fiddleford sometimes was found on Stanford's back, the man hugging himself close to the amused researcher with a bright smile and his usual chipper conversations. They did so love constantly hugging or cuddling each other, giving each other a sense of security and love they had sorely lacked for so long.

#fiddauthor-week-four #fiddauthor #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #ford pines #ford #I love these old nerds #I also love imagining Fiddleford piggyback riding on Ford who says nothing #I need someone to draw this fluff

[amydiddle]

16 fiddauthor please! :DDD

a16. “Just shut up and kiss me”NUMBERS

Is it weird this one was hard for me? XD

It had taken years to work up the courage to admit this even to himself. 

Ford did not know why; everything about his friend was perfect in his eyes. The laugh that was more snort than anything. The blue eyes that lit up whenever he spoke about something passionately. Terrible jokes, an ear that was willing to listen to him, a genius mind and one of the kindest hearts he had ever met. 

Stanford Pines was head over heels for Fiddleford McGucket; and it had taken forever to realize this and so little, yet so long, time to come to the conclusion to admit these feelings. He had pushed courage above fear as he moved to the door before the familiar cheery knock could hit it. 

“Fiddleford, so glad to have you back,” Stanford greeted the other man with a nervous smile on his face. 

Fiddleford had his hand raised to knock on the door and seemed a little taken back by the sudden open. The man did not seem put off by it, in any case. He traded the knocking position in to pull his friend in for a hug. 

“Stanford, I can’t believe I am gonna say this but I missed ya,” he teased and pulled back to pat the man on the shoulders, “Hope yer holiday wasn’t too lonely.” 

“Not at all,” Stanford said through a nervous smile as he leaned down to grab his friend’s bag. His palms sweated despite the chilly air outside the house.  

“Oh you don’t need to get that,” Fidds protested but Stanford waved him off and set the bag inside. 

“Nonsense, you just had a long drive,” Ford said quickly and closed the door after Fidds had stepped into the house.

“Well, that is very kind of ya,” Fiddleford remarked and shrugged off his winter coat, “And they say that stayin’ in a cabin alone makes you more savage.”

“Yes, well,” Stanford paused and worried his lip. His plan for this talk was being ruined do to his failure to predict what his friend would say. “Well…um…they may also come from the fact that I…I have something I would like to discuss with you.” 

Fiddleford paused as he moved to hang up his coat and looked at his friend confused.

“Oh?” 

Stanford put his hands behind his back and looked to the entrance of the living room. “If we could…”

Fiddleford’s initial happiness to be back had dwindled but he did what his friend asked. Silently he went into the living space and sat down on the couch. Stanford did not sit next to him. The man stood in front of his assistant and nervously rocked. 

“Stanford what is this abou-?” 

“Please, let me start and you can ask in the end,” Stanford said and looked down at his shoes to take a breath. He needed all the courage he could get before he started this well practiced speech. 

“When I first met you in college I..I honestly did not think much of you and for that I apologize. You have become one of my closest friends since than despite that rocky start,” He twisted his hands nervously behind his back. “Why I am bring up college because there were…incidents than that had…that had brought to my attention emotions that had been stronger than friendship.”

Fiddleford’s eyes widened and a bright blush dusted his face. 

“What…what I mean by that,” Ford continued as he was unaware of the unnecessity of the long speech he had planned. “Is that I started to feel the need to be around you constantly. Not in just a friend way. I wanted to know everything about you, wake up next to you, just…just make you feel wonderful.”

“Stanford,” Fiddleford tried to interject.

“Please, I can understand if you do not feel the same way. I did not act on these emotions in college and so much has happened since we were those wide-eyed students. I just…I took my time admitting to these hidden feelings and now that I have accepted them I felt it was right for you to know.” 

“Stanford,” Fiddleford tried again and stood up from his seat to cross the distance between the two of them. 

“I know. I know, it is disgusting and terrible,” Ford took in a shaky breath. These words were the worst to admit. “And…and if you want to resign and go home I will understan-Fidds!” 

Fiddleford had grabbed Stanford’s head and forced it up to look directly at him. A blush dusted both their faces but, to Stanford’s relief, Fiddleford did not look mad at all. The man actually looked happy.

“For the love of all things holy, Stanford Pines,” Fidds laughed, “Just shut up and kiss me already.”

Stanford froze for a second to process the request before he did just that.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fic #fiddauthor #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #unedited #my writing #drabble #mushy gushy stuff

[thelastspeecher]

The Weirdo in the Single

Here it is, the very, very belated Christmas present for @darfichihrenhundstreicheln.  A while back, we were talking about college Fiddauthor, and AUs where Fiddleford is Ford’s RA.  In particular, Holly thought the idea of Ford having to do an icebreaker was hilarious.  So, here it is: Ford having to do an icebreaker, because his RA, one Fiddleford McGucket, insisted.  I hope you like it, Holliver.

               Fiddleford looked around the crowded lounge, counting the people on his floor.  

               “Who’s not here?” he asked.

               “The weirdo in the single room hasn’t showed up,” someone said. Fiddleford frowned.

               “Don’t call yer floormates ‘weirdos’,” he scolded.  “Fer that, ya get to go fetch him.”  The rest of the freshmen in the room oohed at this.  The person who had spoken left the lounge, muttering darkly under his breath.

               “That’s an interesting accent,” one of the other freshmen said.  He had flaming red hair that reminded Fiddleford of his older sister.  “Are you from the south?”

               “Yep.  Here at Backupsmore, you’ll meet folks from all sortsa places,” Fiddleford replied cheerfully.

               “Where in the south are you from?  I’ve got an uncle who lives in Alabama.”

               “I ain’t from Alabama.  I’m from a small town called-”  Fiddleford was cut off by the sound of the door opening.  Everyone in the room focused on the two young men who entered. The “weirdo” made an immediate beeline for an isolated corner, while the person who had gotten him sat amidst a group of people.  

               That’s some top-notch juxtaposition there.  Betchya this “weirdo” is one hell of an introvert.  

               “All right, now that everybody’s here, we’re goin’ to do some introductions!” Fiddleford said cheerfully, clapping his hands and becoming the center of attention.  He beamed.  “Now, if’n ya hadn’t figured it out yet, I’m yer RA.  The name’s Fiddleford McGucket, but y’all can call me Fidds.  I’m from a lil backwater southern town that none of ya have heard of, have five siblings, and am an engineerin’ major with a double minor in chemistry and physics.”

               “Geez,” someone mumbled.  

               “Since I’ve introduced myself, we’re goin’ to go ‘round the room and everyone’ll do the same.  Tell us yer name, yer major, and anythin’ else ya might want to.  But,” he added, “we’re goin’ to make it a game.  That’s right, an icebreaker!  In addition to this basic introductory materials, use an adjective that begins with the same sound as yer name.  Then ya have to say the adjective and name fer every person what went ‘fore ya. Got it?”  Mumblings of affirmation passed through the room.  “Good!  I’ll start us off.  I’m Fiddleford McGucket, I’m an engineerin’ major, and back home I have a horse named Jesse.  Y’all can call me ‘Fit-as-a-fiddle Fiddleford’.”  He nodded at the person sitting next to him.  “Now you go.”

               “Uh…My name’s Craig Johansen.  I’m a political science major, and I’ve won awards for skiing.  You can call me ‘Cranky Craig’, and uh, he’s ‘Fit-as-a-fiddle Fiddleford’.”

               In this manner, they moved around the room.  Everyone paid attention fairly well, so there weren’t any major issues with the icebreaker.  Fiddleford glanced at the “weirdo” every now and then, however, and each time he looked, the freshman wasn’t paying attention.  Instead, he was resolutely reading a TIME magazine.  Judging from the front cover, the main article was about particle physics.  

               Poor feller’s goin’ to not be able to say anyone’s name.  But should I even call him “poor”?  It’s his own dang fault fer not payin’ attention.  And durin’ the first meetin’ of the year!  Once they had gotten to the person right before him, however, the “weirdo” set down his magazine and began to listen intently.  The person closest to him (“Nasty Nick”, an ROTC major who could speak three languages) finished.  The “weirdo” began to speak.

               “My name is Stanford Pines, but please, call me Ford.  I am a physics major, and when I was a child, I took boxing lessons.”  Fiddleford instinctively looked Stanford up and down.

               Clearly he hasn’t continued takin’ ‘em.

               “The nickname you can call me is ‘Studious Stanford’.”

               “Clearly,” a tall young man (“Happy Harold”, a French major whose parents were immigrants from Canada and Mexico) said quietly.  Soft tittering passed through the room.  Stanford cleared his throat.

               “Nasty Nick, Giant George, Lukewarm Luke, Orange Octavius, Terrifying Tanner, Amazing Alex, Mustard-loving Max, Buff Brian, Happy Harold, Funny Fred, Awe-inspiring Alex, Sunburned Sandy, Rocking Ross, Killer Killian, Cranky Craig, and Fit-as-a-fiddle Fiddleford,” Stanford said in one fell swoop. Fiddleford had to consciously keep his jaw from dropping.  Stanford looked at him expectantly.  “Was that correct.”

               “Uh, yes.  It was.” Fiddleford regained his self-control. “Clearly, ya belong here on the honors floor, Mr. Pines.”  Stanford nodded.  Fiddleford looked around the room again, smiling once more.  “As y’all can see, we’ve got a very diverse group of folks here, but ya have one thing in common.  Yer talented and gifted enough to land a spot on the honors floor.  Now, I’ve got a buncha papers here, fer all of y’all what have roommates to sign.  Roommate agreements.  Y’know, agreein’ ya won’t bring girls back to the room, or ya won’t smoke in the room, or ya won’t be too loud in the mornin’ or evenin’.  Basic things like that.  I’ll be slippin’ further information on dorm livin’ under each of yer doors, ‘cause I know it can get borin’ to listen to me yammer ‘bout rules.”

               “You won’t tell us the rules?” a freshman with long hair (“Orange Octavious”, a Pre-med student whose uncle recently recovered from cancer) asked. Fiddleford shook his head.

               “Nope.  Unlike most schools, Backupsmore don’t make me tell y’all the rules, so long as ya get some sorta copy of ‘em.  Which ya will.”  He looked over at the stack of roommate agreements next to him.  “Since the only thing left only applies to folks with roommates, anyone who has a single can leave.”  Only one person stood up and exited.  Stanford did so silently, without drawing attention to himself.  Amidst the chaos of the freshmen clamoring for copies of their roommate agreements, Fiddleford watched Stanford leave.  He couldn’t help but be interested in this young man.

               He’s one to keep an eye on.  

#Fiddleford McGucket #Stanford Pines #Fiddauthor #college Fiddauthor #Gravity Falls #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

[crantzypants]

SO I recently found a message I wrote to myself, answering just some stupid questions, but I wanted to post them here and then reanswer them because apparently I made this New Years Eve 2015 into 2016.

End of 2015/Start of 2016: 

Current number of followers: 28 The last thing I REALLY posted was the "You cannot YIFF the cat, sir", and I'm very proud of that. I'm currently about to make a post with Bill being the Prettiest Girl at the Party. Bloomy is gonna kill me..... 

2017: I have 238 followers, for some reason. Not quite sure how, but I won’t complain. Last thing I personally posted was bragging like a jackass about RvB haha.

Friends made through Tumblr: only Bloomy, but that really doesn't count at all. (Here's to talking with y'all more and maybe makin some more online friends!!) 

2017: Bloomy you always count. And I adore the friends I have made on this site. (Hatey, Peeps, Wandy, I love you three so much). There are some people I follow and are mutuals I’d love to get to know as well though :D

Current thoughts: Damn I have an entire play to reread and sound design for. 

2017: I am so tired, and I won’t foreseeably have a break until four weeks from now when the play I am working on is solidly on its feet.

Current Book: Ready Player One. Really good, btw 

2017: The Everything Box. Hopefully after that will be The Last Unicorn.

Music/Band: Oldies, always and forever. Band wise, been listening to a ton of NSP. 

2017: Truly, some things never change.

TV shows/Fandoms: just got back into Supernatural (Which we don't take seriously, giving us some of the greatest jokes like asking if a character "Is gonna cwy wittle baby", Dean's mom, how Sam and Cas get bullied on the playground, and Mom bingo (the idea Cas has a list of all the characters moms and is trying to bang them so he can get " Bingo"). Along with the idea that I can quote the line before the character says it and fortelling what will happen) Also, Gravity Falls (Just got the news its last episode is Feb.15) and Wander Over Yonder.....can't think of anything else show wise.....I guess Fandom wise, also Undertale

2017: So....so much TAZ and RvB. And Voltron now that it is back. Looking forward soooooooooooooooooooo hard to Brooklyn 99 like DUDE. And while I am not in the fandom, Tales from the Borderlands will always be in my heart forever. Also I haven’t watch Rick and Morty yet like wtf? 

Ships?: I mean I usually make fun of all ships (not the IDEA of shipping, I just like making fun OF ships. It's funny and humorous to me), but Fiddauthor is good, and Supernatural reminded me I really like Destiel. Hmmm, I'm sure there are some other ships...eh, oh well. You know what this goes up today next year so yeah, I can get on board with people who ship Syl and Peeps  

2017: Just ship all of everything. Shipping is great when wars are not forged around them.

Best Part of 2015: Australia, making new friends, finally feeling at home in college by my senior year. 

2017: Having found a job that I really enjoy in theater, learning about my love of writing and trying to teach myself and learn more to improve my writing skills. Having friends at work, still being able to be friends with old college friends and a family who loves me.

What do I think 2016 will bring?: Graduation, the fear of not getting a job, the actuality of probably getting a job in theater after fretting for a while, more friends and opportunities, staying in touch with friends and family, the hope I can travel again. 

2017: Hopefully the rest of 2017 will have me grow in my theater job, and that it will become easier, and that I will have time to write. Possibly go back to school in order to creatively write. Continue to talk with people and be more open towards new opportunities and become more willing to take risks.

 Anything to improve on?: Sound Design Skills, maybe tone it down a bit in the real world with not being a stereotypical smol angry. 

2017: Not feel like everything is out of my control, not have a panic attack, learn that I don’t fuck everything up.

Any notes?: Keep on Meming, my friends.

2017: Love yourself and those around you.

#Just stuff #personal #i dunno man it felt right to put it here

[novantinuum]

the time we lost, the time we mended (Chapter 4)

AO3

Rating: T

Words: ~ 3600 

Story Summary: Before the summer of 2012, Ford and Fiddleford never thought they’d get the opportunity to see each other again. Now… they have a second chance. A chance to rekindle the love they once shared, reconnect a family once lost, and to mend old wounds. But as they’ll quickly discover, fixing the mistakes of the past doesn’t always come easy. Nor is it always possible. RP to fic.

A Fiddauthor reunion story written by @the-ill-doctor​ and I! This chapter features Stan and Fidds bonding over cooking, the ol’ McGucket family gravy recipe, and scrapbook-ortunities. Also, Ford can’t deny it any longer- he definitely still has a crush...

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Fiddleford crept across the hardwood floor at a sloth’s tempo, gently testing the corners of each board for extreme creaks and whines before pressing his full weight upon them. The little alarm clock resting on the dresser in the parlor Stanford let him sleep in read eight o’ four when he left. Since he didn’t know how late or early anyone in this here Shack slept in normally, he figured he should stay as quiet as he could. The last thing he wanted to do was give any of the fellas living here an unexpected spook.

He yawned deeply, quickly slamming his hands over his mouth when he realized how unintentionally loud he was being. Dagnabbit, he wanted his surprise breakfast to be a surprise to the family, not announced to the whole world before he could cook it! Muttering to himself, he hurried his pace, luckily managing to avoid the brunt of the squeaky boards as he entered the kitchen. He then set about rummaging through the shelves and drawers to see if they had all the right ingredients for omelets, or maybe biscuits and gravy. Definitely biscuits and gravy, he decided, since Stan didn’t seem to have any veggies he could toss in an omelet.

Hopefully he could remember his ma’s recipe in full this time...

Fidds heard heavy footsteps approaching, and a brash yawn. He turned and froze like a spooked deer intercepted by headlights on the backroads, standing on a chair in mid-reach for a baking sheet on the top of the shelf. Stanley stood in the doorway of the kitchen in his underwear and a tank top.

“Oh,” he said flatly, drinking in the scene before him. “Good mornin’, possum breath. Need help cooking anything?”

“M-mornin’, Stanley,” he said, and nervously tugged at his beard. He climbed down from the counter. Honestly, he still wasn’t sure how to act around Ford’s brother, considering how stand-offish he’d acted towards him in the past. “I- I’m fine, I just wanted to surprise y’all with some grub to thank you for lettin’ me stay here!”

“Well, no need to thank me,” Stan mumbled almost imperceptibly. “It’s Ford’s house, after all. But... eh, you’re welcome I guess.”

Fiddleford could practically sense the cool metallic intensity of that man’s eyes boring through the back of his head as he continued searching about the kitchen, trawling for ingredients. He scratched at his arm. Constant surveillance made him feel kinda itchy.

“Uh, hey? If you’re making biscuits, then how ‘bout I make some bacon?” Stan spoke up then.

He grinned wide, flashing what teeth he had left. “Sure! Can’t have biscuits and gravy without ‘em! Now let's see, after flour I need... uh-" His brows sank, growing pensive as he desperately tried to sort through recently recalled memory. "Come on, Fiddleford, you should know this..."

Wordlessly, Stan pulled the correct ingredients off the shelves and placed them on the counter for him. He then got out a frying pan for himself, for bacon duty.

"Oh, thank ya’," he said, walking over to the counter to observe the ingredients. "Although-" He placed his hand on his mouth and leered at the food Stan set up for him. "There's somethin' missin', I just know it! Mcgucket, Mcgucket... The Mcgucket Family Secret Gravy Recipe!" He opened the fridge, and found a half used can of brown meat. "I can't believe I almost forgot this! My ma would have my hide if I messed up her gravy!"

“You’re rememberin’ more and more every day, aren’tcha?” Stan asked suddenly, glancing towards him as he watched the bacon beginning to sizzle. “After all that mind wiping cult stuff got taken down…”

Fiddleford nodded amicably, amid measuring flour and baking powder into his bowl. "Some days I get a ton o' them back and other days it's very slow." He looked up at the other man, smiling sincerely. "It's tricky piecin' a lot of them back, especially the ones about your brother. But I'm just happy I finally remember who I am!”

"That's, uh... that's real great," he said with a weak laugh, attention drifting away to the bacon again.

His smile faltered. Part of him wondered what was going on in Stanley’s mind right now, but the other part of him feared gathering the nerve to ask. It probably ain’t his business anyways.

Within a few minutes, he’d mixed everything together and formed the biscuits between his hands on the baking sheet. As he waited for the oven to heat up, he began to hum an old silly song he recalled his pa used to sing while strummin’ on the guitar... Oh, grandma’s in the cellar, and boy don’t you smell her cookin’ biscuits on that darn ol’ dirty stove? In her eye there’s a matter that keeps drippin’ in the batter, and she whistles as a- *SNIFF*- runs down her nose! His ma despised it, if he remembered correctly. He carefully edged the sheet into the oven, and pretty soon the sweet aroma of his cooking began to waft throughout the shack.

"Ya know, I used ta’ make this all the time for your brother,” he mentioned offhand.

"Is that so?" Stan said, raising a brow. "Well, good on ya'. Some days I think Ford would've starved to death if there weren’t someone there ta' feed him. I swear, it’s like he’s too distracted to eat half the time."

"You’re tellin’ me!" Fiddleford laughed. "I literally had to wrangle him into a chair and tie him down to get him to eat whenever finals came around!"

The other man’s face lit up, and he let out a loud bark of laughter- genuine, this time. "Yeah, that sounds like 'im, that nerd," he said, laying the cooked bacon on a plate. "Hey... it, uh- sounds like your memory's returning better then you thought. You said you had trouble remembering stuff about Ford, but... that's two memories right after another."

Fiddleford's amused chuckling died down as he stopped to think for a moment. "You’re right,” he murmured, eyes widening into saucers. He stared up at Stanley with probably the calmest expression he's ever given him. "Thank ya’!"

"For what? You're the one remembering everything, all I did was talk to ya'..."

"Well, talking to ya’ really helped." Fiddleford replied, still smiling. "It's hard rememberin’ on your own."

At that moment, the two heard footsteps approaching from around the corner, and muffled voices. It sounded like Ford and Dipper, cheerily talking about some supernatural creature they’d both encountered in the woods. Stan froze at the sound, and Fidds was sure that man was mentally hyperfixating on every last detail of his last not-so-friendly interaction with his brother the night before.

Ford poked his head into the kitchen first, drinking in the sight of the home cooking occurring. He inhaled deeply, likely having followed his nose to the kitchen. "Good morning, Fiddleford. Stanley." Can I talk with you outside? he mouthed at his brother.

Stan nodded nervously, ducking out of the kitchen with him.

"Mornin', Dipper!" Fiddleford said.

"Morning, McGucket." Dipper shuffled toward the breakfast table. “I, uh- I see you're making breakfast?”

"Yep, biscuits and gravy!" Fiddleford scooped up a heaping spoonful and offered it to Dipper. "Wanna taste? I promise it’ll be the best dang gravy you’ve ever tasted!" he said with a wink.

Dipper seemed hesitant, which he didn’t blame him for— the kid saw him cooking roadkill on a spit a few days ago, after all!— but it seemed the smell was too alluring. Walking over, he took the offered sample and gave it a shot. The moment his lips closed around the spoon, his eyes widened, and he promptly licked the utensil clean. Fidds beamed.

"Heh heh, guess that means I made it right!"

The boy stayed at the counter next to him after that, watching him finish cooking the gravy. "So Mr. McGucket, you and Great Uncle Ford were roommates in college, right?"

"Yes, siree we were!" Fiddleford replied.

"What was he like?"

Fiddleford paused from his cooking, considering the question seriously. "Honestly? I love that man, but he was an absolute pain in the tush to bunk with!"  

Stanley tensed as he walked into the hall with his brother, already getting flashbacks of the first argument they had here. As with every other interaction with Ford lately, nothing good could come out of this. He crossed his arms pensively. "Whatdy'a want?"

Ford sighed, pressing fingers to his temple. He seemed to almost deflate in his presence, oddly enough. "Stanley? Let me be frank with you."

Nevertheless, Uh-oh was all that could run through Stan's mind.

"I was-" Ford continued, forcing himself to look Stan in the eye. "I might have acted a little harsh towards you last night, and..."

"You think??" Stan burst out suddenly, residual anger from last night's encounter boiling over. "You were 'bout ta’ kick me out before the summer ended! Before my time, before I was ready, and exactly like what Dad did all those years ago!"

Ford stiffened at the comparison to their father, and continued. "I'm aware of that. Or at least, I was helped to become aware of that, and..." Another weary sigh. Where was he going with this? "There's no reason for me to treat you this way,” he said finally. “I'm- I'm not kicking you out. Obviously, you're free to leave if you ever wish to, but it would be unfair of me to uproot you from this place."

Stan stopped, and blinked. Dumbfounded. Did he just-? Did those words seriously come out of Ford's mouth? It wasn’t exactly an apology, but...

"So you're... you're letting me stay?" he said, mouth agape. "I don't have to leave after the summer?"

"No, you don't have to leave," Ford confirmed, a gentle smile crossing his face. "This has been your home for far longer than it's been mine, after all. I'd still like to talk about your Mystery Shack at a later date, and determine what compromises if any we could come to on that front, , but-"

Without any warning, Stan rushed forward and wrapped his arms tightly around his brother. Ford nearly stumbled back in surprise, at first not sure how to respond to this at all. But eventually, his hands stopped awkwardly floating midair and settled on Stan's back, tightly returning his embrace. They might still have a lot more to hash out- issues from their past to unpack- but for the moment they were simply happy to share in the kind of sibling affection neither had experienced in over forty years.

Meanwhile, Fiddleford continued to share embarrassing stories about his college years with Stanford, Dipper seeming wholly engrossed with each tale.

"Wow, so you two really didn't get expelled for setting the lab on fire?" he asked.

"Nope!" Fiddleford replied as he started to set the food on the table. "And luckily, too, the last thing we needed was to get kicked out of school. But boy howdy, were they not easy on us with the community service!"

“Are you giving me up, Fiddleford?” Ford asked suddenly, peaking around the corner of the doorway with a wry smile on his lips.

Fiddleford let out a surprised yelp. "H-howdy, Ford!" he said, grinning sheepishly. "Just sharin' some of our tamer days."

"Really? That's tame?" Dipper asked.

"My boy, setting a university laboratory on fire is child's play. Just wait until you hear about the time we almost accidentally released an alien superbug into all of greater Gravity Falls!" He walked over to his old friend, grinning mercilessly. "Fiddleford and I had all sorts of misadventures, back in the day..."

Fiddleford leaned his cheek against his arm, giggling at the memory. "Most of them were ‘coz someone liked to poke his nose into other critters’ business," he said, playfully nudging him in the stomach. "Yer’ just lucky we were able to synthesize that antidote, or else the town wouldn't be here anymore!"

Ford could feel the blood rushing to the capillaries near the surface of his face at the sudden physical affection, and while it left him with a sort of light, jittery sensation in his core he couldn’t necessarily attach a bad connotation to, he also felt a tinge of embarrassment that Dipper was there to see his reaction. He hadn’t gotten the chance to properly explore and catalogue his increasingly muddled thoughts on the matter yet. He’d far prefer to do that in private than in front of family, yes...

"Yeah, I fear we nearly destroyed the town on a number of occasions in those days," he replied to Fidds.

"Don't stop fearing yet," Stan butt in suddenly, returning to the kitchen. "Now that you're back in this dimension again, you've got plenty more years of potential destruction to cause!"

Ford frowned, picking at the stray threads on his jacket. Something about the way Stan phrased this brought the rift to mind, the rift he'd securely enclosed just this morning.

Mabel sleepily shuffled behind Stan, clutching onto a stuffed unicorn. "Mornin'," she yawned before climbing into one of the kitchen chairs.

"Mornin', pumpkin," Stan said, and gave her hair a nice big ruffle. He turned to the rest of the group, all loitering in the kitchen and surrounded by food. "Hey, we gonna eat, or what? This all smells delicious! Whoever cooked it must be a culinary genius... especially the fella who cooked that bacon!" He laughed boisterously at his own not-that-funny joke, and Ford promptly rolled his eyes.

"Do you need help taking any of these plates to the table, Fiddleford?" he asked, grateful for the change of topic from before.

"If y’all don't mind givin' me a hand. I'm hoping y’all like the food! Been a while since I've properly cooked anything."

"Tasted amazing to me!" Dipper smiled while helping a sleepy Mabel up to migrate.

Stan and Ford each grabbed a dish and carried them to the table in the living room. Ford carefully placed his at the center, and promptly returned to the kitchen to find some plates. Stan on the other hand, sat directly down, strategically positioning himself in the chair right in front of the bacon. "Hey, uh, kids," he began. "Just so ya' know, the Shack won't be open today. Maybe not for the next few days, who knows. But anyways, until this pigsty is fixed up, you two little gremlins are off the hook, okay? Go play with your friends, or in the woods, or whatever it is ya' do when I'm not lookin'."

"Really?" Mabel asked with a sleepy smile as she climbed into the seat beside him.

"Yeah, what's the catch?" Dipper asked, skeptical of his intentions as always.

Stan frowned deeply, more for show and dramatics than any true expression of disgruntlement. “The catch is, do it before I take advantage of Gravity Falls’ lax child labor laws and put you two to work on somethin’ else! Now, who wants bacon?”

“I’d like a strip or two,” Ford said eagerly, just returning to the table with plates and silverware for the five of them. He set the plates down and let the kids pass them out. “I don’t think I’ve eaten bacon for over thirty years. There’s not anything quite like it, out there in the midst of the multiverse...”

"I'll have a slice!" Dipper replied.

"Me too!" Mabel added.

Fiddleford walked in and set his gravy pot on the table. "It's been a long time since I've seen any bacon smellin’ this good,” he commented as he took his seat. "I wanna thank you again for helping me out with the cookin', Stanley."

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome, or whatever,” he said, brushing off his thanks with a flourish of his hand. Ford shot him one of those looks, but said nothing. Stan dished out the bacon to everyone, grabbing four slices for himself, and soon everyone began digging in.

Fiddleford noisily gobbled down his share of biscuits. To him, this was the most luxurious meal he'd eaten in months. After polishing off his first, he realized he’d spilled crumbs all over his beard, but he was so caught up in enjoying his food that he couldn’t bring himself to truly care. Meanwhile, Dipper practically drowned his poor biscuits in the gravy, and with food in her stomach Mabel was finally beginning to wake up.

Stanley worked away at his own plate quietly for a moment, too hungry to provide much in the way of conversation. As he ate, he glanced from Dipper, to Mabel… to Fiddleford, and sitting next to him— after all these years— his brother.

“Heh,” he muttered suddenly. “Y’know, now that I think of it, it’s funny…”

The four of them paused, Fiddleford mid-chew, when Stan spoke up.

"What is, Grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked.

“This… well, it’s dumb, but once I got ta’ thinkin’ about it, this is the first real meal I’ve shared with Ford in over forty years,” Stan said breathlessly, staring off into the distance, not quite meeting anyone’s eyes.

Ford dropped his fork against his plate, brows furrowing as he counted the years, calculated and double checked his claim. “You- my word, you’re right,” he said, eyes widening as he contemplated the truth behind this statement. Even yesterday— his first evening back— they hadn’t crossed paths much, since he’d dedicated nearly all of that time to constructing a containment field for the rift in the basement.

Mabel let out a loud and dramatic gasp at Stan's realization. "And it's the first time Grunkle Ford has eaten with me and Dipper period, meaning-" She shot up from her seat, all the vim and vigor Ford remembered from early this morning returning in a flash. "Be right back!" With no explanation, she rushed out of the living room, excitedly stomping up the stairs. Before anyone could truly comment on her outburst she returned with her polaroid camera.

"SCRAPBOOK-ORTUNITY!" she announced, holding the camera with lens facing her, the entire family in the frame behind her. When the camera flashed Stan was in the middle of picking his nose, and Ford was eighty percent certain he blinked. The greyed scientist began to laugh heartily at Mabel’s happy antics.

“You remind me of my Ma,” he said through laughter. “She was always taking pictures of Stanley and I, and mostly when we weren’t prepared for them.” He took another bite of his biscuit. A stray bit of gravy dribbled from his lip.

Mabel giggled and shook the polaroid when it came out of the camera. "I never miss a scrapbook-ortunity!"

“Mabel,” Dipper whined, “I was chewing when you took that picture!”

“It’s candid photography, that’s kinda the point, duh!”

Fiddleford gave his finger a lick, and reached towards Ford’s face. "Ford, ya’ got a little somethin' on yer chin..."

Ford blushed a deep scarlet as Fiddleford dabbed the gravy off his chin and the corner of his lips, his eyes blowing wide. He suddenly felt clammy, almost itchy as he felt the rest of the room stare at him… He knew for a fact they all saw the way his ears and cheeks flushed like some lovesick fool at Fidds’ touch, and his heart pounded at the thought of having to explain this to his own family when he hadn’t even taken time to fully consider these feelings himself. Not for the first time, he felt achingly like an alien— perhaps even an imposter— in his home, that is, if he could even claim it as such.

Mabel slammed her hands over her mouth and excitedly wiggled in her seat. She began to repeatedly nudge her brother's side, much to his annoyance.

When Fiddleford finished, he gave Ford a shy smile and leaned back in his chair. "Sorry, old habit from the old days," he said, blushing as well.

“Sheesh, if you two want to leave the room for a sec or somethin,’” Stan said snarkily, “then don’t let me stop ya’.”

Ford roughly set his cup down on the table. ”Stanley. That’s enough,” he hissed. “We will not be discussing this at the breakfast table.”

The kids flinched from Ford's sudden outburst.

“Wow, okay, okay,” Stan muttered, recoiling a little. “Hit a nerve there...”

"Stanford, there's no reason to get so upset, he was only teasin'." Fiddleford said, trying to diffuse the tension.

“I-I…”

Ford looked back and forth, from the kids— who were staring at him with slight apprehension— to Stan— who looked much like a kicked puppy— and finally to Fidds. Fiddleford. The man he knew deep down he’d never gotten over, never stopped loving, not even after thirty plus years, and the man who was currently gazing at him with such a gentleness in his eyes even despite his rough outburst. His palms sweat as he clasped them together, nervously threading his fingers between each other. Before his mind could catch up with his body, he found himself bolting through the door between the house and the gift shop.

Stan stared at the chair he left empty for a moment, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong. He was only teasing. Surely Ford didn’t think he would judge him if he did have an old crush on Fiddleford, if his prediction was in fact accurate? “You, uh,” he began lamely, glancing towards Fiddleford. “You might wanna go after him before he locks himself away in the basement for the rest of the day.”

"Yeah, uh..." Fiddleford stood up. "E-Excuse me fellas."

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[amydiddle]

FIDDAUTHOR 61

NUMBERS

61. “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.” 

A wedding was supposed to be a happy occasion for the people attending and the people getting married. A wedding is the start of a new chapter and the end of an old one. A wedding is not supposed to be the doomsday for anyone. It is especially not supposed to be the doomsday for a groom’s man. 

Stanford felt it though. He felt the weight in the air as he stared air as he stared at himself in the mirror. The magnolia flower pinned to the front of his suit was like a lead ball. How had he let it get to this point? 

Maybe it was his avoidance of creating a steady relationship in college? Or his ignorance to any emotions as he dived too deep into his studies and school to even pay attention to basic needs? 

Or maybe it was even the fact that he was destined to lose everything amazing in his life. West Coast Tech, his perfect chance to be something in the scientific community, and now-

“Here I thought the girls would be starin’ at themselves more in the mirror.” 

Stanford jumped and came back to the reality he had started the musing in. The wedding day. In the mirror his reflection stood and right next to him was the groom. 

Fiddleford put his hand on Stanford’s shoulder. He had a smile on his face that just showed how excited he was for this moment. Stanford should be joking around and making sure that smile stays. Instead he is thinking bitterly that his friend should have that smile for Stanford himself. 

“You look rather dashing, you know that?” Fidds said as he fixed his friend’s bow-tie. “One would think that your actually the groom.”

The jokes fell flat to Ford’s ears. No smile appeared on his face. He did not even grace them with a response and caused the bright smile on Fiddleford’s face to slowly fade. 

“Something the matter, Stanford? Don’t tell me you are getting my nervous jitters,” Fiddleford’s laugh came out more nervous than he probably intended it to be. 

Stanford turned away from his friend and stared into the mirror seriously.

“I don’t think that you should go through with this, Fiddleford.” 

Fidds took a step back back at let out another nervous laugh. 

“What?” he glanced back, “What are you…are ya’ pullin’ my leg, bud?” 

Fidds’ eyes were desperate for Stanford to laugh his off. They were desperate for the man in front of him to just start laughing and say ‘gotcha’. 

A part of Stanford’s mind told him that he could stop this pettiness. Let Fiddleford go on with his life and not ruin the first friendship he had ever had. That little voice sounded too much like a voice he would rather forget and Ford chose to push it aside. 

“I am being serious,” Ford said with his eyes glued to the mirror, “You cannot go through with this wedding. I just can’t-”

“Can’t what?” Fiddleford’s good-natured tonehad turned harsher, “News flash, Stanford, this ain’t about you. This is my wedding. Why in the Lord’s name do you think I shouldn’t go through with this?” 

Stanford closed his eyes tightly and his hands balled into fists. 

“I love you!” 

The exclamation shocked both them men in the room.Stanford had not expected that confession to come out and neither had Fidds. 

“What?” 

“I…,” Stanford tried to stop himself but he could not. His eyes were open and he was no longer looking at Fiddleford’s reflection as he continued even though he desperately wanted to stop, “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Fiddleford, please, don’t get married.” 

A heavy silence fell between the two of them. The more seconds that passed the faster the window of opportunity closed until Stanford was trapped in the situation he had created. The man desperately wanted Fidds to say something; anything. 

He reached for Fiddleford but the man stepped back. 

“I…I need you to leave.”

“What?” Stanford’s world suddenly shifted to the side and started to spin. 

“I said…I need you to leave.”

“But-.”

“Stanford,” Fidds’ voice had gotten tight and the man turned his back to Ford, “Please. I can’t…I…I got a son on the way. I can’t just leave her because you chose the worst moment to say these things. Please, just leave.” 

Stanford held out a hand to put it on Fiddleford’s shoulder but thought better of it. The man shied back and hurried out of the room; leaving the magnolia on the ground behind him. 

This got angstier than I had intended

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[enigmatist17]

Reconnecting (FiddAuthor)

So, I'm not sure what quite happened with this, but I have to admit I like what came of this.

“H-He lives in the dump?!” Ford spluttered, eyes wide as he glanced at the other people at the kitchen table with him. Mabel was smiling nervously as she stirred her glass around idly, Dipper’s eyes cast onto the ground as he had placed the second journal down to eat. “Why do you care about that crazy old hillbilly?” Stan questioned, backing his seat a few inches away when Ford’s angry glare settled on him. He found himself regretting that sentence when Ford all but tossed him into the car after the meal was finished, icy silence filling the car as Stan quickly (and most likely not legally) drove his brother to the dump, speeding away the second Ford had closed the door. “Fucking moron.” Ford cursed under his breath as he watched the car disappear, shaking his head as he slowly pushed open the gate to the town dump, his heart going lower and lower into his chest as he made his way inside. “Haha! This is great, that old loser can’t stop us!” Picking up the jeering tones of teenagers Ford turned a corner, his face a scowl when he saw some teens spray-painting the phrase McLoser on the side of a ramshackle looking home. “That is vandalism!” Ford’s booming voice echoed throughout the scrapyard, the kids bolting without even seeing the angry man behind them, the can bouncing on the ground as it was dropped and left behind. Scowling Ford picked up the spray-paint, studying the ingredients to see if it would be easy to wash off. “Aw, don’t you pay them no nevermind.” A jovial voice spoke up behind him, Ford glancing over curiously before his eyes went wide. The years had not been kind to his former partner, the man’s arms full of metal and scrap electronics that were unceremoniously dumped into a large metal can just outside of the small home. The man’s eyes were a familiar shade of hazel that Ford knew by heart, shining a bit as they studied the trench coat wearing man that appeared to be more of a statue than anything at the moment. “Y’all lost or somethin’?” “I-I…” Ford didn’t know what to say, eyes locked on the other as Fiddleford hopped up to balance on a rickety chair with an amused look. He was thin, and seemed to only able to afford a ratty looking pair of brown overalls, though one would hardly notice it under the large white beard that covered most of his thin frame, Ford a bit confused at the band aid. His feet were calloused from what had to have been years without wearing shoes, Ford’s heart dropping more and more as he turned his gaze to the small shack beside him. “Can I help ya?” Fiddleford chirped, leg bouncing slightly as the tall (and somewhat handsome) male turned to gaze at him again. “I…” The man seemed at a loss for words once again, Fiddleford frowning as he took in the man’s looks. He was tall, kinda like that Stan Pines fella, but he had the body of someone who worked out every day and had gone through something tough, his stance one ready to fight at the drop of a hat. His wild blue eyes seemed to stare into Fiddleford’s very soul, the gaze unsettling yet…familiar. “Y’all been here before? I can’t figure it, but ya look real familiar.” The southerner smiled, eyes narrowed slightly as the man moved closer, his six-fingered hands gripped around the canister almost…wait. Before Ford could get close Fiddleford nearly leapt off his perch, eyes wide as he scrambled back from the confused man. “Fiddleford what’s wrong?” Ford asked, quickly examining the area only to see there was no threat he could perceive with his hand hovering over his blaster. McGucket had used that distraction to scamper up the nearest pile of metal and garbage, Ford looking up at him when he saw McGucket was gone. “Fiddleford?” “I-I dunno who ya are, b-but get out!” The man shrieked before clutching his head as if in pain. “I don’t…” “You must be regaining some memories right now…” Ford thought to himself as Fiddleford slowly opened his eyes, locking them onto Ford who looked very nervous and concerned. Memories of his old college buddy, a man who had asked him to change history, the man who ignored his warning like a fool, the man who had tried to rekindle their friendship until he disappeared one day, all of this flashing before McGucket’s eyes like a high-speed movie. “Fiddleford please say something, I…” Ford trailed off when the southern male began to climb down from his perch after shaking his head slightly, his racing heart calming after the silence over the last 20 minutes as his old friend had stared at Ford as if in a trance. Once on the ground Fiddleford regarded the other in front of him critically, fishing a painfully familiar pair of green goggles from somewhere under his beard and placing them on his face. “Stanferd…is that really you? The real you?” The question was quiet, Ford slowly nodding his head as McGucket tilted his head. “I…was rescued from the multiverse by my twin Stanley just two weeks ago, hence the unfortunate damage to the town.” Ford rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shifting his gaze to the ground. “I was wrong, so wrong and I apologize for not listening to you when I could have.” “Stanferd…” Fiddleford’s voice was soft, the male walking over to Ford and kneeling just a tad to look up at Ford like he had done in their college days, a small smile on his face. “We all made mistakes.” “Yours don’t potentially end the world.” Ford smiled weakly, Fiddleford straightening the best he could to give the man a tender hug, one that was received quite warmly. “Nah, but mine like ta destroy towns.” Fiddleford chuckled, cheeks a slight red as he burrowed his face against Ford’s chest with a sigh, lanky arms wrapping around Ford in a way so familiar it caused the first genuine smile on his face in god knows how long. “Still making robots huh?” Ford chuckled in his deep voice, the southerner grinning up in a way that sent Ford into a fit of laughter. McGucket felt his heart skip a beat as he listened to the man laugh, feelings that he had forced himself resurfacing with such a vengeance it left him breathless. “Ya know me, I don’t change much.” Fiddleford shrugged, Ford wiping away some tears from his laughter. “I see that…among other things.” Ford’s tone went serious. “How long have you lived here?” “Don’t quite remember when, my noggin’s still a little lackin’ in that department.” Fiddleford grinned weakly, gaze uncertain as he stared at his abode. “My god Fiddleford…I am so sorry you’ve had to live like this.” Ford sighed, his arm wrapped around Fiddleford’s back tightening slightly. “It’s not yer fault, I shoulda listened to ya ‘bout that gun of mine, though I reckon it woulda changed nothin’.” Fiddleford shrugged, slipping free of Stanford’s grasp with a cheerful grin. “Had I not been blinded by my foolishness, I could have helped you recover.” The elder sighed, running a hand through his greying hair as Fiddleford shrugged uncomfortably. “Stanferd, don’t ya go blamin’ yerself, I did this to myself.” Fiddleford said sternly, the two taking shelter in his home when a light rain began to fall upon them. The house was a mess, and the more Stanford took in the more his heart sank at the deplorable conditions his friend was forced to suffer in. Sitting down on the only other chair in the small home Stanford watched Fiddleford make some tea for them both, the researcher’s gaze focused on the southerner. When Fiddleford flashed him a smile Stanford felt his heart skip a beat, something that surprised him despite all he had been through over the years, though as it happened once again it all clicked for Stanford. Stanford had not felt any romantic inclinations over the years, not even when he was a teenager much to his parents’ disappointment. Fiddleford had been something of an anomaly to Stanford from the start, the two having clicked within the first week of sharing their dorm in a way many would perceive as being in a relationship. Naturally he had denied such things over the years, but looking back with all the experience he had now, Ford realized that perhaps he had just been oblivious to what was clearly happening in front of him right now. Without realizing it Ford had stood up at one point, Fiddleford’s question dying on his cracked lips when Ford gently took his gaunt face into his hands, deep navy eyes staring into bright hazel. “Hadron…I’ve been a fool.” He murmured, the southerner’s heart racing as he gazed back into the eyes of a man he had loved for over 40 years, but hadn’t had the guts to come forwards and say as much. Back then there was a stigma about those sorts of things, and for a long time he kept silence and diverted suspicion by marrying a woman he had no love forward. When Stanford went missing, he had lost a part of his heart and for so long Fiddleford didn’t know how to get it back. Yet now here was Stanford, the two standing still before slowly Fiddleford leaned up and did what he had dreamt of doing for so long, closing his eyes with a quiet hapy sigh. He kissed Stanford Pines, and god was it perfect. At first McGucket felt hesitant as there was no pressure being returned, but the strong arms that had gone slack at the initial gesture wrapping around his thin body sent his heart soaring. Eyes snapping open Fiddleford gazed at the peaceful look on Stanford’s face, the researcher slowly opening his eyes when he finally realized that Fiddleford had stopped kissing him. “S-Stanferd…” He breathed, hoping that this moment was real and that he wasn’t lost in a dream that would leave him a wreck if he woke. “F-Fiddleford.” Ford seemed just as breathless, a slight blush creeping its way over his cheeks. “That was…” “Amazin’?” Fiddleford grinned slightly, arms wrapped around Ford’s neck as if to keep himself steady. Stanford just nodded in agreement, a dumb smile on his face as Fiddleford eventually shooed him back to his seat. They spent the rest of the day talking, though Fiddleford ended up relaxing against his…friend? Boyfriend? Aw heck, he wasn’t sure but he sure wasn’t complaining, curled up against Ford as he explained some of the dimensions with an excited sparkle in his eyes. The more he spoke the more Fiddleford remembered their late study sessions back in college, how Ford would constantly ramble about this or that while an amused (or sometimes stoned) Fiddleford would watch while chiming in here or there. When Ford spoke of researching strange lands with what he had available, Fiddleford caught himself remembering their portal building days, how manic Ford had become with his insane obsession that nearly ended everything, their nights of theorizing what could have been, but never were. He remembered the final time he saw Stanford, how seeing what Bill really was had terrified him to the core, how angry he had been that Stanford had ignored his warning and how he had stormed out into the snowy woods. The next month Stanford begged for him to return, begging he would shut down everything if he came back…then he never came back, not that Fiddleford would have remembered. “Hadron?” Ford spoke the name again, a bit concerned that he received no reply once again from the frail man resting comfortably against him, this being the fifth time he had called his name. The southerner blinked and glanced up at Stanford, his expression one of regret yet his eyes now held a familiarity that Stanford hadn’t seen up until now. “Is something that matter?” “Just…rememberin’ is all.” He cracked a soft grin, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to Ford’s chin. “If you’re certain.” Stanford smiled, gently holding Fiddleford closer as they relaxed under the ratty blanket Fiddleford owned. “When it stops raining…would you like to come with me back to my- the Shack?” “Me? Really?” McGucket was taken aback at the offer. “Absolutely. My brother may have my name right now, all in all that is still my house and I can do whatever I please with it. You could at least sleep in the old den, Stanley has left that room alone at least and I don’t use it much. I mean, I’m not asking you to move in, just at least sleep and get some proper meals and whatever else you want to do.” Ford rambled on, Fiddleford watching with an amused look until Ford trailed off with an embarrassed look. “I wouldn’t mind me a bed ta sleep, and some good food that ain’t from a can.” Fiddleford agreed, Ford nearly jumping up in elation had he not remembered Fiddleford was lying atop him. The two shared a laugh, spending the time talking until the rain had stopped and Ford insisted on taking Fiddleford back at once. It was rather comical to see two men in their 60’s walking along the main road towards the small town’s attraction, a small lanky man nestled on the taller man’s back, but the two seemed quite as ease. It was twilight when they emerged into the clearing that held the Mystery Shack, Fiddleford waving to the younger set of twins who were understandably confused to see the town hillbilly being carried by their great uncle, the two walking into the house after exchanging brief greetings. Stan didn’t even seem surprised at the pair who went into the room he had boarded up years ago, a small smile tugging at his lips when he heard the two laugh a bit from the kitchen. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, after all McGucket made his brother happy, and that’s all he cared about even though they still had a bit of a rocky relationship.

#fiddleford hadron mcgucket #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #ford pines #fordpines #grunkle ford #old man mcgucket #sixer

[amydiddle]

FanFic Appreciation Week

I feel like I am getting on this kind of late but I have excuses. But here are some great authors or some amazing fics that I have enjoyed and gone back for a few fandoms. I have a lot of stories from a lot of fandoms most Gravity Falls because I am currently obsessed with it right now so here we go:

Doctor Who: 

Those Who Help Us Most to Grow  by Crystal Rose of Pollux

They have written an amazing amount for the Second Doctor and Jamie McCrimmon and this is just a sample of some of their work. This is the story I always come back to when I need some Doctor and Jamie interaction. I suggest checking out all their works if you enjoyed some of these short stories

The Regenerations of The Doctor by  My Lord Doctor6735

I enjoyed this fic when I was seaching for a taste of every doctor. It is simple and sweet and that is what I enjoy about it most. 

Supernatural: 

These are the only four writers I will recommend in this fandom. They get the characterization more than the actual show writers do. 

Bring Him Back by A. Zap

This is a good short story that gets you right in the feels. 

The Collector by Aini NuFire

This person writes AMAZING works. This is the one that got me addicted to their writing. I recommend everything they have every written but please read this. It is feelsy and heart breaking and I love it so much. I may go re-read it. 

Forgotten by NorthernSparrow

Even if you hate this fandom I recommend reading this fic. It is amazing and heart wrenching and it really brings tears to your eyes. It also has companion pieces that go further into this universe and hardships. A Winter’s Tale also would be a good read for this writer. 

Family Matters by 29Pieces

Really put the conflicting emotions into you about John Winchester as a character and seems like something that could have happened on the show. 

Young Justice

Possession by  Ally Marton 

WARNING: Kidnapping, Emotional abuse, Stockholm Syndrome 

This fic really got me into loving Wally West and, more specifically, Wally West Whump. So much pain into this bright eyed speedster. This is my favorite fic I have found from his genre in the YJ fandom and I have re-read is a lot. 

In The Grave by  Adoglover5

WARNING: Kidnapping, Buried Alive, Heavy Themes

Like I said. I like Wally getting hurt and this is just wonderful. Another well written and dark themed fic. 

Harry Potter

Obsidian Rhapsody by Cobalt Violet

WARNING: PAIN. SO MUCH PAIN. 

Pairing: Wolfstar

This fic hurt a lot to read but it was amazing at the same time. It is a recommended read if you like darker themes and darker AUs. Also check out more by this person. They write AMAZING Wolfstar 

Afterlife by  Veinne

I do care about this fic just because it is more realistic...in a sense. 

By the Light of the Full Moon by TheChasm 

This fic is incomplete and it is sad to read but I put it here anyway because it is amazing. And painful. Painful and amazing. 

James Potter and the Shrieking Shack by  Avery-Lou

Because there always needs to be more fics where the Marauders find out about Remus’ furry little secret. 

Not Ever by  orphan_account 

Werewolves and Magic and Dreams, Oh My! by  glitterfics

WARNINGS: This story is rated Mature

You can’t have a bunch of Remus stories without werewolf pain. This is another great discovery story that gets into the nitty-gritty. 

Captain America

This, You Protect by  owlet

This whole series is a MASTERPIECE. It focuses on Bucky and was created right after the Winter Solider came out. I like this version of how events could have gone a little better then the movies and I recommend this fic to everyone that loves Bucky Barnes. 

To Be Vulnerable Is Needed Most Of All by  perfect_plan

Paring: STUCKY

This is a good AU fic that I didn’t think I would enjoy enjoy when I clicked on it very late at night. It deals with some heavy things like PTSD and Panic Attacks but all over is a good fic about two people that become the best couple ever. 

to memory now I can't recall by  Etharei

WARNING: This story is rated EXPLICIT 

Pairing: STUCKY

This story is really good and tries to be as historically accurate as possible. I was looking for a swicher-roo fic and this gave me everything I needed. I really have a hankering for more of the Howling Commandos so if anyone has any of those I am open. 

Welcome to Night Vale

A Momentary Lapse Of Reason by  PippinSqueaks

This story is just amazing! It is probably the only one I am recommending for this fandom. It follows along with Carlos’ view of this strange town of Night Vale and him falling in love. It doesn’t stop there. You get invested with the OC scientists and their lives. It ropes you in with the strange familiar and then traps you. I love it so much and go back to it all the time when I am listening. 

Gravity Falls 

Wednesday, 12 Dec. 1979 by xusu

This fic is just great and feelsy and goes along with the worry any friend should have over his injured compadre. I love this fic a lot and it is a good read when wanting to dive into Fiddleford and Stanford’s friendship. 

Dead Of Night by dan_vs92

WARNING: Threat of Self-Harm, Blood, PAIN, Just all over Bill being a dick

Pairing: FiddAuthor

This story is how I came across the most wonderful and terrible person the fandom could give me and I love it. I love it so much. A shared love of making the skinny scientist that is Fiddleford H. McGucket suffer. @danvssomethingorother is a great writer and you should read EVERYTHING. And I mean it. Read EVERYTHING of theirs and spam review them. They are great. From Fiddauthor or FiddleStan. Just go and love their stuff. 

Cold by  slytherfoot

WARNINGS: This story is rated MATURE for a lot of reasons. 

Bill is a dick. A real big dick and I hate him so much but that is why I love this story. Playing on emotions and shit is just so...ug...and Fidds suffering always spices up my life. 

Stanley McGucket by The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

PAIRING: FIDDAUTHOR but it isn’t that big in the story till later

Let me tell you about this story. I clicked on it in the dead of night when I was exhausted just looking for a good Stan story and came back with all these characters that I love dear to my heart. This AU and these OCs are just precious and I love them so much. @thelastspeecher has created a great world and you should read everything they have wrote. EVERYTHING. DO IT. 

Blind Faith by  pinesinthewoods

WARNINGS: BLOOD, GORE, RATED MATURE, SO MUCH PAIN

This story is the best AU I have every found. (At least one of them). I cannot tell you how painful it was to read all of this and come out whole. It is a journey and if you have not read this AU then you are missing out or know what is good for you and your stomach. 

Abuelito by jikanet_tanaka

Breaking up the pain train with some nice Soos and Stanley father-son moments. Cause we all need that in our lives. At least I do. 

Gravity Falls Timestuck AU by the_subpar_ghost

I love this fic for many reasons. Just Mabel being in the past is enough to fix some things that went wrong in the past. This story is also well written and amazing. I just think everyone should read this if they love young Stans, Mabel, and craziness. 

Unfinished Business by  thesnadger

WARNINGS: Character Death

Back to pain. This fic is all about Stanley dying in a very tragic way and just giving you ghost feels. I won’t give much but I cried a lot while reading. Ghost!Stan always makes me sad. You should check out more of @thesnadger‘s fics as well. I enjoy them a lot.

The Adventure with the Mindscape by Giroshane

Mindscape fics are kind of over done but this one is good. Trust me it is. It is Ford breaking down and you really get to see the connection between the brothers. It is just pain. 

Please Don't Come Again by LogicalBookThief

Back to some happy with Stan fighting for Soos. Soos and Stanley father-son bond is pure and needs more fics. 

The Ghost that Lives in Great Uncle Ford's Basment by LookerDeWitt

More Ghost Stanley for your fancy. This one Stan dies and haunts the Shack that never became the shack. Sadly the Mystery Twins’ summer is kind of bland mostly because of Stanford the Paranoid but it gets better. Trust me, it does. 

The Pit by looneymoony

PAIRING: FIDDAUTHOR

A silly little fic that is all about two nerds realizing they like each other by falling to their deaths in a bottomless pit. 

Cutting the Knot by  Sarah1281

PAIRING: FIDDAUTHOR

This fic is a good Christmas time carol but also something more. It is a story that changes how time works and it also gives Ford a good life with a loving BF and a kid. What could be better then that? A fix-it fic with holiday charm. 

The Time Wish by Sarah1281

This is a good fic where Stanley gets a time wish and chooses to fix this past. I think this is nice because it gives everyone part of the ‘Mystery Trio’ a second chance at a better life when they were younger. 

Jersey Boy by Fordtato

WARNINGS: Period-Typical Actions, Historically Accurate, Drug Use

PARING: FIDDAUTHOR

This fic is still in the works and it is not last because it is the worst. It is last because it is amazing. It is a wonderful slow-burn fic that just so wonderful. It follows the time period wonderfully, Fidds is a little Hippie sass-master, Stanford is so awkward, and I just love this fic so much. It would be a crime to leave it off this list. If you love historically accurate things, dorky college boys, hippies, and just Ford in college this fic is for you. 

This is in NO WAY all the fics I can recommend but this is all that I think I can cram into one post. Gravity Falls is my main fandom right now so it does take more room but all these fics are worth a look into. Check out all these writers and LEAVE REVIEWS/COMMENTS ON THEIR STORIES. Don’t click to read without leaving some feedback. 

Of course you can check out my fics on FF.NET and AO3 if you want to see some of my stuff. You can use my favorites and bookmarks to find more of the stories I loved. 

#ficrecdays #Hp #Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls fic #Fiddauthor #wolfstar #supernatural #classic doctor who #doctor who #young justice #wally west #wally whump #angst #avengers #captain america #winter solider #marvel #wtnv #welcome to night vale #fan fic rec #had to stop cause my medicine was making me dizzy #sorry for any errors