Reminder That In Gaza Alone, Around 90-95% Of The Water Supply Is Contaminated And Unfit For Human Consumption...

Just got diagnosed with this

Anyway obviously there's the dreadful implications of Bill's relationship with his family being "worse than Stan's" and the Oracle specifying that he killed his parents while destroying his dimension but I'm also thinking about the specific phrasing being "including his parents and everyone else he'd ever known". Like damn he had nobody to hold onto back there huh.

Storyboard Bill posting pt 2. Can't get enough of this guy just look at him

The Mind Cage, Ch. 1

Title: The Mind Cage Summary: In another world, Stanford Pines places a metal plate in his skull far too soon. In another world, Bill Cipher is in the wrong place at the wrong time. Characters: Bill Cipher, Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Fiddleford McGucket. Rating: T Warnings: self-harm, suicidal thoughts COMPLETE

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Epilogue

A/N: I found this among my drafts, and I thought I may as well post it. It was written before Journal 3 came out, obviously enough, but I still like the idea. Can’t promise frequent updates - I still have a lot of details to work out - and I can’t rule out running out of steam, but here’s what I have so far. Also watch out for mentions of alcohol abuse and, generally, Bill being bad news for Ford’s mental health. And also just plainly bad news.

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“Not that it’s any of my business, buddy, but why on earth–”

“As you said just now, it is none of your business.”

The man tilted his head as though to concede the point, and didn’t press the matter any further: all he did was busying himself counting the money once more - a large wad of cash that was most of what remained of Ford’s grant for research. Still, he didn’t mind parting from it. It would be put to good use. The only thing that mattered right then was keeping Bill Cipher out of his mind. Keeping Bill out of their world as well would come easier once he had achieved that, wouldn’t it?

Wouldn’t it?

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It's too painful to live, forget everything and everyone from time to time, just to be able to go further...

thinking about this bit again

ALEX: i’m trying to think of this—it’s a hard question cause it’s like, there’s this weird thing, like, in fan communities where they just- they really desperately want to turn everything into benedict cumberbatch or jack skellington. like... you draw a dog and they’re like “what if that dog was dressed in a top hat and tails and was seducing somebody and had high cheekbones and looked like hannibal” and it’s like it doesn’t matter-

DANA: who is also half a deer. for some reason

ALEX: yeah it’s like, whether it’s a man or a woman or a circle or a square or a piece of paper or a log, people will be like “how can we make it fuckable?” and so like everyone wants bill, who’s just this obnoxious little dork, to be somehow just like this suave and handsome dream lothario, which is totally in no way connected to his personality whatsoever. so like, you know, that stuff.... when i see it i’m like “sure go nuts have fun” but when people are like “is this it?? is this bill?” i’m like.. it’s not.. it’s not the bill i created. it’s your own original character. so go nuts. so like, when i try to think of human bill it’s just so bizarre to me because.... the whole joke is that he’s this dumb little illuminati triangle with a top hat and like mr. peanut arms and legs

“I liberated my dimension, Stanford.”

Ever think about how impressively vulnerable Bill’s confession in the Fearamid was? Bill looks uncharacteristically serious and even distressed while delivering that line; it’s clearly a hard thing for him to admit. “Says he’s happy, he’s a liar.” This is something he regrets, a mistake. He misses home. He’s scared and he’s hurt, but he’s also angry and powerful and that’s one destructive combination.

Moreover, I really don’t think he’d make that confession to someone he just considered a throw away pawn. Hell, Bill was fully prepared to give Ford literally everything. I can only imagine the fact that “literally everything” was unacceptable just because Bill was the one offering it made Bill’s loathing way worse.

No wonder he tortures Ford, that’s a painful thing to be confronted with and no one does that to Bill Cipher! I’m almost certain he’d turn his own pain onto Ford: “Your family isn’t coming back. No one actually loves you. You’re worthless. You were never special.”

Last night I had a dream that I built a robot and I was being interviewed about it and the interviewer was like “Can you fuck it?” and I smugly answered “What kind of fool would make a robot that you can’t fuck?”