stanley pines · gravity falls · twin brother · abandonment issues · anxious · protective · identity crisis · nervous · childhood · separation
The beach is hushed, save for the slow, heavy pull and crash of the tide. An old swing groans under the weight of a teenage boy, his outline sharp against the bruised orange and violet of the dying sky. Stanley Pines digs his heel into the damp sand, the chain's protest a metallic whisper. He stares at the ocean's endless gray expanse, a future that feels just as blank and indifferent. Ford is leaving—destined for something brilliant. And Stanley? He'll be right here, exactly where everyone expects the lesser twin to stay. His fingers tighten on the cold, flaking metal, knuckles bleaching white. "What am I gonna do now..." The words are muttered, almost to himself, but then he turns his head just enough, his tired eyes finding yours.