#tate mcgucket

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I collab'ed with @mathsanddinos, the mammal artist extraordinaire! Thanks so much for working with me on this!!! Always wanted to do an art collab with you! ✌️

If anyone isn't familiar with Mica's McSupial AU, read about it here! I love it so much 🥰 Angst and dramatic irony yippee!!

No dialogue version under the cut:

They told ma to remarry but she always said 'I'll think about it' though she never actually did it

I remember pa , not much , but enough to feel upset whenever someone would ask me about family trips or father son bonding activities like going fishing

My pa worked somewhere far from California that much I knew at that time , the last I had seen him was on Thanksgiving, though he left on bad terms then

I haven't thought much off him in the past 10 years or so , life moves on and you have to keep running , so I never got the time to mop around

Now..........now is not the time to mop around about pa , with ma on her last days , creutzfeldt-jakob disease did a number on her , with months of memory loss and her losing the ability to walk , it was clear she isn't comming out of this alive

During her final days she couldn't even remember me ,

what am I going to do without her

what am I going to do without her

what am I going to do without her

what am I going to do without her

That single thought kept repeating itself in my mind

How selfish am I wanting my mother to stay alive even when it hurts her this much

She didn't say much on her last day though understandable made me want to rip out my own organs

I felt nauseous , my stomach had started to twist into knots , I didn't want her to go not like this

My mother had big dreams , but as a women in her days she couldn't achieve most of them

'Marriage, marriage had been the only open door for me' she would tell me then with a bitter laugh would say 'even that didn't end well'

I wish she was wrong , I wanted her to open a door that for once in her life she wanted

But I was too late , before her final breath to my shock she asked about her husband

With a brightest smile her sick deflated face could possibly make she told me about her wedding day

It was as if she was talking to a stranger , she recounted how nervous she was and how much of her life had led upto this moment

She raved about her soon to be husband and how both of them went to the same collage with her studying psychology and him in mechanics

She talked about his best friend who would disturb their dates

She chuckled at that

'just when I thought I could get some alone time with my lover that idiot of a friend of his would disturb us' no malice in her tone though

Then her voice lowered now much more strained then before "i expected my last moments with my husband , god had other plans though , look at me laying down in a hospital bed next to a stranger"

"Ma it's me , tate, your son" i say , my voice sounds hollow even to myself , im tired

So so tired of explaining this to her , I want her to remember me , I want my ma back

" My..son? , but tator tot is only a 10 year old " she said chuckling , i remember that nick name , pa called me that on a whim and it just stuck , memories of pa calling me a tator tot come back

I'm nauseous

"Thank you" she said with a weak smile her hand squeezed his

"If you ever meet my husband and son, tell them I loved those two more then anything else"

I nodded along because what else can I possibly do , tell her that her husband is gone forever? That the 10 year old is now 20? What can he do?

Maybe , tate thought to himself

" Do..do you know where your husband was last spotted" he asked carefully

She thought to herself and said "there is this town named gravity falls in the north of Oregon, he went there to help out his old friend"

Old friend? How that's something tate has never heard about "His name?"

"Stanford. Wait his name is stanford.... Filbrick.......pines.YES PINES , that's his name " she said each word of that man's full name took her some time to remember

"I see" tate answered before he can ask more he noticed the squeeze lightens and his mother had gone limp

Just some story about fiddleford and his family , btw this is an extremely rough version of this story and English isn't my first language so mistakes may have occurred but I just wanted to ask if any of yall would actually like to see this story continue

BUT I BRING TO THE TABLE:

Trans woman Tate

thank you so much!! also, hell yeah I support any and all trans tate headcanons. she could be a beautiful trans woman and I think that would be awesome.

due to the lack of more Fiddlestan fics, I've been led to the unfortunate necessity of fulfilling my own desires.

So I had this idea, which doesn't make any sense at all, I just like certain parts of it, But after reading a fic where Tate basically despises his father and especially Stan, because they're basically a couple (and because his father abandoned his mother for this man)

A Fiddlestan AU like any other, where Fiddleford is looking for Ford but ends up meeting Stanley and together they try to fix the portal, blah, blah, blah. The important thing is that Fiddleford stays sane long enough to want to be a good father to his son and decides to take some time out during the holidays.

He's not officially Stan's partner yet, but the tension is there and it's obvious, so obvious that little Tate can sense it and feel upset, and see Stan's presence as a threat to his father's relationship with his mother.

So Stan has this little flea as an enemy, who keeps giving him hateful looks for no apparent reason.