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If Bill could sweat, he would be sweating bullets.
Ever since that damned dream of his, he had an even harder time getting Sixer off his mind.
What the hell WAS that anyway?
Ford was so... large. Larger than life. Like he knew everything, that he was strong and Bill-
Bill so... small. tiny. helpless.
Is that what Sixer had felt like when he?â
Bill decided it better not to think about that.
Tonight, he HAD to get that dream nightmare back for research purposes, of course. It was the only thing he had thought about, and if there's one thing he's learned in this infernal hell known as "The Theraprismâ˘", it was that exposure therapy could be effective.
After all, how hard could it be? Bill was a master of the mindscape, and even if his powers were... slightly nullified, he could surely still control HIS mind. It would be a piece of cake. He would reenter that dream, investigate, and be out in a jiffy. Before he could lose his nerve, Bill lied down and began the meditation to slowly empty his mind. It had come easily to him, slowly shifting from reality to his distorted brain, and then gradually transitioning that world of chaos-filled memories to an empty canvas he could manipulate. For the first time in a long time, Bill felt in control. His mind returned to him, and not the sobered one he was forced to endure during therapy, but his REAL one. His safe place. His kingdom. It was momentary bliss.
Bill, holding onto that relief, opened his eye. He suddenly remembered why he was so hesitant to return to this.
There Ford was, in all of his glory. Bill didn't have to look down to know he was once again bare to the giant in front of him. He was vulnerable. Ford, or at least a cruel representation of him (was he forgetting what he looked like?) smiled down at Bill.
"My muse." Ford breathed out, a crackling pop sound overlaying his voice, one that was infinitely louder than any thought Bill had.
Ford reached out, plucking Bill up like he was nothing. He carded his fingers between Bill's limbs, caressing the triangle with such agonizing care.
Ford brought him closer, reminsicent of a kid looking at a strange bug they had found. "You've finally returned to me."
Bill felt just as exposed as the first time, blinking back unexpected and unwelcomed tears. He weakly extended his hand to touch Ford-
"Ah, ah, don't move yet."
Bill quickly drew his hand away, almost hurt at the command yet still obeying without thought.
"I want to admire you, just a second longer."
Bill breathed out heavily, his vision beginning to blur. It was getting too clouded, too close, too much- Bill wanted out. he didn't want this anymore, he didnt want to be near him again, stop TOUCHING me, DON'T TOUCH ME, STOP-
The overhead light glared at Bill, screaming at him to get up.
The dream was over.
Bill was alone again.
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SO CUTE! BILLFORD WILL CURE MY ILLNESS
Route #9
"we'll meet again"
Context : it's a route where Bill Pines meet Ford reincarnation after thousands years since his death
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yeah yeah OW!Bill here â¨
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Gravity Falls explaining supremacist propaganda
The tight writing in Gravity Falls just gets crazier and crazier because Alex Hirsch in the directorâs commentary of Dipper & Mabel vs. the Future (11:25) says:
âFord sees Dipper as someone whoâs special like himself. Thatâs Fordâs great flaw, is arrogance. Is he believes that thereâs special people, and everyone else. That human attachments are actually weaknesses. And the song and dance that heâs giving Dipper right now, is the song and dance that he gave McGucket, back when they were younger⌠âYou and me are different, weâre better than everyone else. We have a path that no one else can understand, and only us can do this.â Itâs a very seductive idea for Dipper⌠Dipper is a smart kid, but Fordâs projecting. Ford loves Dipper because he sees someone whoâll tell him âyesâ to everything. Whoâll never challenge him, whoâll do a really insane dangerous mission.â
I CANâT BE THE ONLY ONE WHOâS SEEING THE BILL -> FORD -> DIPPER PIPELINE HERE. YOU CAN JUST REPLACE THE NAMES IN THE ABOVE QUOTE. IâM GOING INSANE.
Gravity Falls and the cycle of âHey, person who feels outcast from your society like me, youâre special, fuck human connection, join me and be something great!â
I SHOUTED
GUYS THEYâRE NOT TALKING ANYMORE (part 3)
There I un-toxified your yaoi, are you happy now?
I really enjoyed this pharmacist who steals names
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
Showed my dad, he liked
theres a popular brand in canada called no name brand and it manufactures everything you can imagine in a grocery store and it kind of makes me feel like im in a world no one bothered to do much world building for
I'LL SIMPLY GLUE IT ON MY DAMM FOREHEAD. "I'm the devil's minion. He grants me every wish"? I LOVED IT! I RELATE TO IT! If Bill was real, he only had to grant me one wish, my biggest, and my life would be his
â Why hasn't there been an AU where Ford takes Bill's side when he finds out what the portal is for?
And that they explore the multidimension together.
SO THERE IT IS. â¨
âI like eroguro and old man yaoiâweird accountâDorothea Reich is my literal nameâthe daughter (who does not speak German) of a German manâIchihaki Raizou n1 fanâ
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