magic snapback

bc i miss my fave JONAS

this is the fault of @coldharmonies

He was worried that he wouldn’t see as much of him after moving in with Even. Although Jonas really, really likes Even, he even likes him A LOT since the Mia incident (more of that some other time), but he was also just a bit ..hmm anxious about maybe losing his best friend. Or at least about time with said friend

But what actually happens is, after they spent the whole easter weekend doing god knows what (a lot of clean every surface jokes were made by the boys) and locking themselves into their new crib, their place becomes Jonas’ second home.

He will walk out of the school, talking with Isak and just kind of naturally they would end up at Evak’s. Without either of them commenting or talking about it.
Just like all those years ago, when Isak just went home with Jonas.

They would cook together, bc “Jonas, you can’t just live off of kebab!”
To which Jonas just looks disbelievingly from Even - who had uttered those unholy words - to his best friend, throwing up his hands. Isak just shruggs.

“Even is actually a pretty decent cook.” (They both ignore Even’s offended “Decent?!”)  

And they will always play epic rounds of Fifa!!! Trash talking each other. Sometimes Even will join in, but sometimes ist just the two of them, chilling.

On fridays this whole thing kind of morphs into a pregame-before-the-pregames with Mahdi and Magnus (if Vilde can spare him. “Jeez, those whipped guys, amiright?” - “Shut up, Isak. We didn’t see you for like a month, man” woah, rude Mahdi???)

Isak would help him with science homework and Jonas would help him with history and all those political assignments. Even is either also working for school or drawing little Isak og Jonas comics.

Isak og Jonas and the mistery of the stolen Kebab

Isak og Jonas and the scandalous case of the braless teacher

Isak og Jonas & Mahdi og Magnus
(bc you know Magnus whines “Eveeeennn, you never draw me!” at some point, at which Mahdi places his beer at the table forcefully - but still with that golden smile on his face - going “and why am i never brought to paper, my man?”)

Isak og Jonas - drunk adventures

Isak og Jonas vs. the cute barista who left her number but Jonas is too shy (”I was not too shy, Even!” - “Well, maybe you were a little shy”)

Isak og Jonas will, after a few drawings, get to be drawn a more and more like superheroes. Isak will always sport his magical red snapback, that when turnt frontal, solves all the sciencey cases (”great explanation, Evi”) and Jonas with his skateboard, which could sometimes fly and somethimes summon Kebabs.

All in all, Jonas is doing really fucking great and loving his second home at Evak’s very much

I just wanted fluff with the smol twins.

“Alright, bath time over!” Stan says as he pulls his niece out of the tub.

The little girl- no older than four- whines. “I’m not ready!”

“Sorry, kid. That’s now how this works,” Stan says and grabs a bath towel.

He drapes it over her and she quickly pulls it back and glares at him with a smile. “Hey!”

Stan chuckles as he picks up Dipper and places him next to his sister.

Ford wanders into the bathroom. “Finished the dishes. How’d it go in here?”

“They didn’t splash each other for once,” Stan informs his twin.

Ford walks over and kneels in front of Mabel. “Is that right?”


“We were really good, Grunkle Ford!” Dipper informs proudly.

“I’m proud,” Ford replies was he carefully dries Mabel’s hair so it won’t get too tangled by rubbing the towel between his hands and moving his hands down to the ends of her hair.

Stan takes to drying his nephew’s hair in a messy way and then tickles him a little when drying his torso.

“Grunkle Stan!” Dipper squeals.

“What? I’m not doing anything!”

“Yes you are! You’re tickling me!”

Stan chuckles. “Can’t get nothin’ past you.”

“Can’t get anything,” Ford corrects as he gives Mabel her clothes to put on.

Stan whispers to Dipper, “Tell Grunkle Ford not to tell Grunkle Stan what to do.”

“Don’t tell Grunkle Stan what to do!” The boy insists.

Ford gives Stan an unamused look.

Stan laughs and kisses the top of Dipper’s damp head. “Thanks, kid!”

Dipper beams up at his grunkle and then lifts up his arms as the shirt is being put on him. “Hey, this is too big!”

“Mine is too!” Mabel observes after getting her shirt on.

“I’ve got a trick for that,” Stan says and rolls up the sleeves of the little boy’s hands. “There they are!”

Dipper wiggles his fingers at the man and earns a hearty chuckle.

“Look!” Mabel squeals to Ford.

“Look, little hands! I love gobbling little fingers,” Ford says and puts his lips over his teeth and pretends to eat the little girls’ fingers, causing her to squeal and yank them back.

Stan picks up and lightly tosses Dipper. “C’mon, let’s go to bed!”

“But I’m not sleepy!” Dipper insists just before he yawns.

“Coulda fooled me.”

Ford picks up his niece and asks, “Can I have a kiss?”

She gives him a sloppy kiss and zerberts him. She peels with laughter at her own hilarity and Ford can’t help but chuckle along with her.

The men take the children to their room and tuck them in.

“You forgot bedtime kisses!” Mabel complains.

“We could never forget bedtime kisses!” Stan insists just before he stoops down and kisses her cheek.

Just as he does this Ford stoops down and kisses Dipper’s cheek and ruffles his hair. Each child gives their grunkle a kiss on the cheek in return and then the ol’ grunks- as if choreographed for a play- switch sides smoothly, spinning around each other to get to their other nibling and do the same.

“Night, kids,” the men say.

“Night, grunks!”


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Dudebro: A short fanfic

A pasty white guy surfs r/tumblrinaction while donning a fedora and/or backwards “OBEY” snapback, a Magic The Gathering t-shirt, and sipping on a can of Monster energy drink while scratching his neckbeard thoughtfully.

He looks at the comment on his computer screen and soulfully laughs, thinking “I know just how to cure this feminist of her emotional and irrational ways.” He sips again and prepares to type a witty response, but just as he is preparing to hammer the final nail into the coffin of the debate with his decisive and original argument by making a delightfully apt Nazi analogy, he is interrupted.

“HONEY! DINNER!” his mother calls down the hall.

“Drat!” he thinks. No matter… The beast rests for now. But he will return later, with le reddit army following in his wake.

The End (?)