#( ooc: babys first cipher!!!! )

[crimson-nougat]

jfe pg mbw imsswa c wmqdwai kpml tnfva fzs zqim kgi qggmzv ca kk?

oh oh oh i know this one i think!!!! cici taught me abt it!!!! uhhh...

"how do you regain a feeling that fades the more you depend on it?"

..........................................................................................what? Σ(￣。￣ﾉ)

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Please can you write something with Bill? 🥺 I would really like him in your writing style

✮⋆˙ twinkle twinkle little star (Bill Cipher x reader)

author note: hii, so this is my first time writing Bill Cipher (if we’re not counting smut LOL), so if he feels a little OOC, I’m so sorry in advance :((

“You’ve got no idea how small you are. A little ant, crawling on the rim of a soda can, thinking the universe stops where the metal curves. But you’re lucky, babe. You’ve got me to show you the truth.”

You never should’ve made that deal and you knew it.  

You should've known better than to trust him.

“Love” wasn’t the word for it.

At first, it felt. . .  flattering. Who wouldn’t be seduced by the idea of being special in the eyes of something so vast, so incomprehensible? But Bill wasn’t the type to love, not in the way you understood it. 

He didn’t love you, not the way humans did. Bill Cipher didn’t do love. You were his curiosity, obsession, a bright, burning light in his endless void. 

He called you his little star, but very soon it turned into his pretty, breakable toy. And you hated how the words made your skin prickle, how his attention felt like sunlight filtered through glass, so beautiful and searing, but dangerous if you stayed too long.

He never asked you to love him. That would imply some sort of equality, wouldn’t it? Something mutual, balanced, tender. No, Bill Cipher wasn’t a man or a demon. . . or a whatever he was, who traded in such mortal trivialities. Love? What even was that, anyway? A chemical spill in the brain? A pathetic excuse for self-destruction? Hilarious!

Instead of your love, Bill demanded your existence. Every breath, every thought, every fleeting moment of fear or fury or fascination, it all belonged to him, as surely as the stars belonged to the sky. And wasn’t that the whole point? To take something so ordinary, so inconsequential and remake it in his image?

Bill didn’t love you. He consumed you. 

He didn’t care about your happiness or well-being, but he cared about your essence and your potential. 

The stars were his obsession, and now you were too.

When he first spoke to you about the them, he said, “you humans love to romanticize the heavens, don’t you? Gazing up with your sad little eyes, dreaming of escape, like you’re anything more than dust stuck in a whirlpool. But you, sweetheart, you could be a star if you wanted.” 

And it sounded too tempting.

***

With fear and trepidation, you realised that you would like him to appear more often in your life. You felt lonely and empty without that singular eye which was so damn alive in ways human ones could never be. When Bill Cipher looked at you it felt as if the fabric of the universe peeled back, and for the first time, someone truly saw you.

“You’re different,” he whispered once and his voice sounded like molten gold. “They’re all rats in a maze, but you’ve got potential. You could shine, dear.”  and you believed him.

Maybe that’s why, when he first tore the sky apart and dragged you into a void of glittering stars, you didn’t scream.

Because Bill doesn’t show you space, he shoves you into it. 

It was fucked up, all of it. 

The way he could snap his fingers and peel the world apart like wallpaper, exposing the writhing void beneath it. Bill doesn’t do anything halfway. One moment you’re standing on Earth, listening to him wax poetic about infinity; the next, you’re drowning in the universe itself. 

“Look what I can do. Look what I’ve seen. And now, you get to see it too!” Bill said excitedly meanwhile all you could do was only stare, slack-jawed, as galaxies spun like pinwheels with their light painting you in hues of silver and violet.  

Bill’s laugh cuts through the silence like static on a dying radio. “Beautiful, isn’t it, dear? A front-row seat to the cosmic symphony! And guess what? You’re the lucky guest of honor!”

“Fuck,” you whispered in awe, not even daring to blink.

Bill laughed at you again. “Exactly, baby! Fuck! That’s the kind of reaction I’m talking about! Do you get it now? While all these other ants were busy bumping into walls, I saw this. This!”

His eye spun toward you, unblinking, watching you from head to toe. He watched you both worshipful and utterly unhinged because for him you were part of those infinite constellations he adored, he watched you like you were the only thing that mattered in a universe of infinite distractions.

“You could be one too. A star.” Cipher spoke.

You didn’t ask what he meant back then, only laughed. “Stars burn out, Bill.”  

“Yeah, but they make one hell of a show first.” 

But how sad that stars didn’t just shine, they exploded.

***

It wasn’t all chaos and destruction, not at first. There were soft and tender nights, when the storm of his mind calmed just enough to let the starlight through.

Bill Cipher didn’t have lips to kiss, but he had power and he wielded it for you when he felt like it.

One of the clearest proofs of his power was that night by the lake.

You remember it, the night the moons danced just for you. 

Bill hated water, loathed its constraints, its rules, but he was levitating beside you anyway, watching as you waded deeper. You floated on your back, staring up at the night sky, feeling the silence, enjoying it. His eye gleamed in the darkness, lighting you up, taking you in like a masterpiece he didn’t know how to ruin just yet, but there was unusual softness in his voice when he snapped his fingers. 

And the moons, now two of them, impossibly large, swelled and glowed with light. And then the lake shimmered, the ripples reflected the radiance until it looked as though you were swimming through liquid silver, no. . . melted pearls in their beauty.

And it took your breath away.

“You like it?” he asked in a casual tone. “I can make it brighter, if you want. Or darker. Or gone.” 

And as if reading your mind, Bill snapped his fingers once more and the two moons shone even brighter.

“Better now, right? It’s for you, sweetie,” he said, leaning on his cane. “The moon, the stars. . . hell, the universe.”

You hated how beautiful it was. How much it felt like it was for you. But back then, you felt loved. Or at least, something close enough to it.  

***

Bill was everywhere. In your mind, in your shadow, in the air you breathed.

But love with Bill was never meant to be gentle, it meant to be a trap. A game played in his favor, in which you were destined to lose. It started small, quiet, too quiet to notice and react, his words cutting deeper, his charm was imbued with a poison. He didn’t just want you near; he wanted to own you, to reshape you in his image, to pull you apart until there was nothing left but the star he claimed to see in you.

He didn’t just want your attention, he demanded it, craved it with a desperation that was feral. And when you tried to push back, tried to claim even the smallest piece of yourself, he didn’t take it well.

One night, after you’d dared to argue with him, to tell him no, he burned with a rage that lit up the sky. His form glowed red, large, his voice so loud and low that made the ground tremble beneath your feet.

“You think you can defy me? You think you can just walk away? Newsflash, sweetheart: you’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And you’re not going anywhere.”

He grew restless. Obsession turned to cruelty. When he spoke, it was no longer about the stars you could see, but the ones he wanted you to become. His anger was cosmic, vast and unrelenting, and it terrified you.

“You’re wasting yourself here,” he snarled one day, his triangular form flashing red again as he hovered above you. “These people, this place, they’re nothing. I could make you mor—”  

“W-what are you even talking about, Bill?” you spat, though your voice trembled. “I’m human, Bill. I can’t—”  

“Bullshit! You can. You just won’t. And that’s what makes you pathetic. You think you can leave me? Do you even know what I’ve done for you? What I’ve shown you?”

You stared at him, trembling, but still defiant. “You’ve shown me a prison with a prettier view.”

And Cipher only laughed. “Prison? Sweetheart, I’ve given you the fucking stars! You’d be nothing without me. Nothing.” if he had a mouth, it’d be that disgusting crazy wide grin.

You wanted to run. But how do you run from someone who can rewrite the very ground beneath your feet?

***

You remember the terror of Weirdmageddon because you were at the center of it all. Not by choice, never by choice, but because that’s what he wanted. And what Bill Cipher wanted, he took.

But when it was over, when the Pines family managed the impossible, when Bill was defeated, erased from Stanley’s mind, when they unraveled Bill’s madness, tore him apart, and your world snapped back into place, the silence felt. . . deafening. 

You didn’t see Bill fall, not directly, but you felt it, you knew it was over, the sudden, aching silence where his presence used to be.  

The world felt smaller without him, quieter, duller. And you hated yourself for noticing.

You should’ve been relieved.

But instead, you stood in the ashes of his world, staring up at a sky, at the empty space where his chaos had once burned so brightly.

You didn’t cry. You didn’t laugh. 

And you remembered the stars. But Bill taught you that stars were always meant to burn out.

You remembered the way his voice softened when he talked about them, how excited and happy he sounded, the way he’d show you galaxies as if they were flowers he’d plucked just for you. You remembered the way he watched you, like you were the only thing in all of creation that mattered.

Even now, after his fall, you hope he remembers the galaxies. . . or if he’s just another forgotten star, lost to the void.

And you wondered if, somewhere, in some forgotten corner of the universe, he remembered and saw stars too.

[henchmaniac-ford]

*A young Stanley would be wandering around with another person confused, then he spots Ford and approaches him with his friend. Oddly enough, his friend has a very peculiar necklace. The pendant was literally an illuminati triangle, or just a Bill Cipher insignia if you didn't think too hard.*

"Hey there! You... you're a Ford right? Or like- a version of my brother?"

"Dude, six-fingers. C'mon he's not even trying to hide it like IQ typically is."

"I've gotta be sure! It's also freakin' weird seeing all of them so old! Like... why are all of our variants so ancient?"

"You mean the boomer energy?"

"Aren't they boomers? They've gotta be like... 70 or 80."

"I still think if that's how your brother's gonna look he ages like fine wine."

"EAUGH- TMI!!"

"IT'S THE TRUTH?"

"BILL THAT IS YOUR BIAS! YOU SIMP!"

(Ooc: Heyo!! I hope you don't mind this bitty bab I threw into your inbox, but if it makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore!)

- @gfthe-fearsome-foursome

A fond smile appears on his face once he recognizes Stan "Greetings! This must've been how you looked after getting kicked out.. I am in fact another version of your brother, Stanford" Stanford holds out his hands showing off the extra finger.

The smile on his face fading as he scans Bill suspiciously. The nicknames and necklace setting off alarms in his head. "...Well there do happen to be plenty of universes out there where we aren't older as well, seems you are just missing those. First example that comes to mind is a baby dimension where you stay an infant forever"

The instant his suspicions are confirmed Stanford grabs Stan's arm and throws him behind him. Quickly unlatching a gun from its holster and aiming it directly at Bill. "Bill what do you want with my brother!? You can't seriously be stooping this low!"

[gentlyquietly]

Can You Stop That? (It Makes Me Want To...)

***WARNING! Characters will be a bit OOC

Aesop worked on the cipher in front of his stiffly as he infamous photographer stood right next to him. His muscles ached from the amount of tension he was in right now. He could feel Joseph’s eyes roaming all over him, which did not help at all. 

“...You.” Joseph suddenly called out, startling Aesop and causing him to miss a calibration, the shock making him flinch.

Out of the corner of his vision, Aesop sees Joseph furrow his eyebrows, making his heart dropping to his stomach.

This was it. Joseph was done playing his little games and he was going to get chaired.

“...Can you stop that? It’s distracting.”

Aesop blinked, “huh?”

What?

...

Aesop sighed to himself silently as he left the match, it was a tough one, but thankfully they managed to get two people out. After giving each of his teammates a like and a nod, Aesop headed to the dining room, where Naib and Eli were seated. 

Naib seemed to be complaining about something, while Eli was trying his best to comfort him. 

As Aesop got closer, he could hear what they were saying. 

“---Old fart! I swear the next time I see him if I don’t kite him for more than 240s I’ll jump on Jack’s bed myself!!”

Eli paused, even though his eyes were covered with clothe, Aesop could still imagine the look he was giving Naib right now.

“...I wouldn’t easily promise things that you might regret.” Eli slowly warned. His predictions told him that in about 1 week, Naib would deeply regret those words. 

But of course, Naib was way too deep in his head to think about what he was saying. 

Aesop sat down in the chair next to him silently, pulling down his mask slightly so he could eat. 

“Aesop! You’re here! Listen to this, I don’t know what got into him today but that damn photographer is--” Aesop’s ears perked up when he heard the mention of photographer, but didn’t let it show. For the next 20 minutes, as Aesop ate, he listened to Naib complain about the last round he had with the photographer, and his ‘stupid goddamn 1.5 damage’. 

Aesop listened intently, nodding along to whatever Naib said. It wasn’t the first time Naib complained about hunters, but it was a first to see him angry enough to make a bet. 

Naib finally finished with a huff. Grabbing his cup and gulping down the remaining liquid inside.

“Anyways, just be careful of him today. He’s in one of his hissy fits again for god knows what reason.” Naib mumbled as he gathered his plate. Eli also stood as Aesop finished the remains on his plate. 

“Well then Aesop, I’ll see you in a couple of matches!” Eli waved to him as he and Naib walked off, leaving Aesop alone in the dining room. 

He checked the time, his next match was in 10 minutes. Gathering his stuff, Aesop headed to the lobby.

The first couple of rounds were okay, Michiko let them win a round since Helena was with them, Jack was too focused on chasing after Naib so they won that round. Wu Chang on the other hand did not go easy on them, and Aesop along with all three of his teammates were chaired, the gamekeeper’s match was a close one, but Patricia managed to get out through the dungeon. 

Then, there was the match with Joseph. 

The survivors in the match were Aesop, Kevin, Luca, and Lucky up against the Photographer, Joseph. The map was Arms Factory. 

Aesop had spawned in the corner near the ruins, he quickly took note of where the other survivors were and put down his coffin. 

Flash. Joseph had taken a photo. After a moment, the mirror image of Luca was knocked down. 

Surprisingly enough, Joseph didn’t rush to chair Luca, but instead downed Kevin, who was closer to where they were. Aesop mentally took note of where they were before focusing on the cipher at hand, he was trying desperately to finish it before the mirror world collapsed. 

...

“Let’s make a deal shall we?” Joseph wiped his sword as he eyed the two survivors in front of him. Kevin and Luca looked at each other, before eyeing him suspiciously. 

“...I’ll let all four of you go, if you give me Aesop carl for this round.” 

His sentence was not even finished before Kevin scowled at him, “And betray Aesop?! No way in hell!” 

Joseph raised an eyebrow, “Loyal, are we not?” He hummed, “I won’t chair him. I just want to talk to him.”

Kevin and Luca glanced at each other, then back at Joseph. 

Luca hesitantly called out, “...You won’t chair him?”

“A gentleman never goes back on his promise.”

“Just want to talk to him?”

“Oui.”

After a conflicting moment, Luca and Kevin agreed, running off to tell both Lucky and Aesop that the hunter would be friendly this round. Luca leading Joseph straight to where Aesop is.

‘...We’re sorry Aesop!!!’ Luca gave him a small two finger salute before running off, leaving them alone.

...

“Huh?”

“Stop doing that.” Joseph frowned at him, “It’s annoying, and it makes me want to...”

“I-I’m sorry Mr.Joseph, I...don’t understand what I’m doing that is upsetting you?” Trying his best to not run away, Aesop stole small glances at the taller male. 

“That.” Joseph pointed to him, “Exactly what you’re doing right now.”

Aesop swears he has never been so confused in his whole life, not even when Naib ate a cake 3 times his size without throwing up.

He decided that not speaking was his only option, so he just stared up at the hunter. Not knowing that the way his shaking form looked up at Joseph was very similar to how a baby deer would act.

“...Exactly that...!” Joseph was getting more and more annoyed, can he stop it?? Was it fun to make him so flustered??

He took a step closer to Aesop, who backed away a step. This continued until Aesop was cornered by Joseph, his back touching the wall. 

Tears were starting to well up in his eyes, not only because of his social anxiety, but also because of the frustration of Joseph just randomly accusing him of doing something he doesn’t even know he’s doing.

“...Mr.Joseph! Please don’t come any closer! I really don’t understand what you don’t like but--”

Oh, but the redness in his eyes only made Joseph want to bully him more, before he could think, he leaned in, ripping off Aesop’s mask and swallowing the rest of his sentence with his mouth. 

“...!!!!!”

Aesop took a couple of seconds to register what was happening, his face now bloodshot. 

“W-what...” He couldn’t even get a full sentence out.

Joseph tsk’ed, “You really need to stop being so cute. It makes me want to kiss you again.” 

“I...I...” 

“Mon Dieu, why are you so cute? Are you trying to seduce me? Do you know how hard it is to focus and do my job when you’re right there? And what is up with the adorable way you flinch when you get shocked? Do you want to get fu--”

...According to 3 eye witnesses, it’s said that Joseph was whacked in the gut with a makeup case, allowing Aesop to escape. Joseph spend the entire round trying to find Aesop but to no avail. For the next 3 days, Aesop refused to come out of his room, and refused to be in the same game as Joseph for 2 weeks.

...

Jack, who’s been matched with Aesop for 5 rounds : Heh, looks like someone’s having trouble finding their little embalmer~

Joseph, who has not seen Aesop in 2 weeks : I salute my middle finger to you.

[frost-flame]

What if Bill Won? (Dipeon & Bideon Drabble)

This is very OOC of the characters so don’t mind me. I am known to make characters so OOC anyway so just enjoy this drabble.

He was gone for five years. its weird to be back, but he guessed that everything is the same as it was left. It was still filled with misery and pain. Bill Cipher stopped turning people into stone. That’s good. But the small people remaining in Gravity Falls have to suffer for the lack of food and shelter. Bill and his monster friends destroyed everything.

But that’s why he came back with his sister, to save the town of Gravity Falls. But to do that, Dipper and Mabel need to look for Ford. The two siblings know that Ford can’t be dead due to the fact Bill still needs him. He is still trapped in Gravity Falls after all. Bill will need him, so he’s alive.

Hopefully, so are his friends...

But currently, Dipper forgot that mission. What was in front of him was... disturbing and frightening. Disturbing for him, but it must be frightening for the boy in front of him. Dipper almost couldn’t recognize the boy in front of him at first. If it weren’t for the fact that he saw the familiar symbol on the boy’s jacket (that seemed too big for him because its already past his shoulders), he wouldn’t have known. The boy’s hair wasn’t in its usual style anymore. His baby fat, gone. And the boy’s quite taller.

Gideon Gleeful, once child psychic, Dipper’s rival at first, was lying down on a bed made of animal skin (fortunately) with a nervous expression on his face. The once ten-year old boy is now at the age of 15. Dipper, who is 18 years old now, gulped thickly at the site in front of him. He shouldn’t see this. He should leave. But why can’t he?

“Welcome back, Pine Tree” said Bill Cipher as he rose his head up from kissing Gideon’s neck to meet Dipper’s eyes. With a smirk, Bill floated up and away from the bed to stand right in front of Dipper who stumbled back. So this was Bill’s new form. He looks so... human.

“You like what I done to the place?” Bill asked casually, as if he was talking about the weather. “You’ve grown, Pine Tree. I’ll give you that. Puberty finally hits ‘ya” said Bill.

“Bill, where’s Great Uncle Ford and Grunckle Stan?” Dipper asked demandingly and angrily. He doesn’t want to play games and Dipper knew the moment he and Mabel stepped foot in Gravity Falls, Bill felt his presence. “Calm down! I don’t know where they are, kid. But they’re alive. Here have a treat” said Bill with a shrug and then handing Dipper a champagne glass with (hopefully) wine.

Dipper stared at the glass for a bit before slapping it away. “You’re in a bad mood, I guess” said Bill putting the glass down. “Where are my friends?” Dipper asked. “Remember how you saw your friends the last time? They were a bunch of tapestries right? Well, I figured to set one of them free.” said Bill. Using his magic, he moved Gideon towards them which caused the boy to squeak in surprise.

Now standing in front of Bill and Dipper, Gideon tried lowering his jacket to cover his legs which caused the jacket to go farther down his shoulders. Seeing him clearly now, Dipper can’t help but find the boy attractive. The boy has bunch of bite marks all over his neck and shoulders. Gideon’s body shape was nothing like the one he had during his childhood. his hair was down to his eyes.

“You see, Pine Tree, after you and your family escaped me and after the fall of the rebellion, I had to find some entertainment so I turned Gideon normal from being a tapestry. And now he was suppose to do cute dances for me for all eternity. I forgot you humans grow so Gideon grew up after 3 years, I don’t think his dances are cute anymore. Shall we say its, more ‘sexual’ than before? I mean look at him. He looks nothing like a kid now. Puberty both hit you two hard!” explained Bill. He grabbed Gideon’s waist and pushed Gideon towards Dipper.

“See? Look at how different he is” said Bill. Dipper can’t help but let his eyes wander at his former rival's body. Indeed he does look different. Gideon was only wearing cycling shorts it seemed. And he must be wearing a tank top underneath the over-sized jacket because of the straps on his exposed shoulders.

Poor Gideon. At a young age, he was molested and traumatized by this Psychopathic dream demon. That must be the scariest, most traumatizing 2 years of Gideon’s life!

Bill laughed in his usual creepy maniacal laughter which caused Gideon to flinch and cause Dipper’s glare to harden. Unbeknownst to both of Gideon and Dipper, Bill laughed due to seeing the hungry look Dipper made as he eyed the boy. Oh growth and puberty is such a funny thing!

Dipper glared at Bill with pure hatred. He has to finish Bill. He needs to find his Great uncles and his sister (they got split up). He needs to save his friends. All his friends. He needs to save this town!

But Dipper knew deep down, what strengthened his want to take Bill down was to have the boy all to himself.

I’ll end it here. Remember in Weirdmageddon Part 3? Gideon was suppose to dance for Bill for all eternity. Everyone seemed to forgot at the time that Gideon will grow. His dances will definitely become different. I didn’t mean it in a perverse way. In Bill’s eyes it looked like it. Then again, what would you expect from an insane psychopath like Bill? He is so unpredictable. Maybe he will still find it cute. Who knows?

Also, I gave Gideon the pink/red albino eyes. If Rev! Gideon has pale blue eyes, normal Gideon has pink eyes. Like how the Rev Pines have blue to green eyes while the normal ones have brown colors. Or Pacifica having purple eyes in the normal ones while she has blue in the Reverse Falls.

[thelevelsman]

some (slightly edited) notes from my tfp rewatch (first time watching since it aired)

basically took my liveblogging and expanded upon parts that don’t make sense unless you’re me

‪‪Umbrella sword‬...wasn’t there something about gatiss scoffing at the idea that mycroft’s umbrella was actually a weapon? 

only thing i can find is an unsourced quote from gatiss: “I think it’s his comfort blanket. He may even sleep with it. The umbrella comes from a wonderful old shop in New Oxford St. They still advertise ‘dagger canes’ and ‘sword sticks’ but, to their great regret, are no longer allowed to stock them!” sooo....was this him hinting that it actually was a weapon? either way, it’s ridiculous and OOC 

‪i had it in my head that this first scene was a nightmare, like I remembered it that way - i was convinced i was gonna see mycroft waking up from a bad dream but it turned out that it was...real? that sherlock rigged his house/security to do that? i just...why would they make it seem so nightmarish

When John says “‪221B Baker Street” it feels so weird...J and S always been so recalcitrant about their own fame, to have John talk about their home in that way, almost like an advertisement, feels so strange and OOC

‪“This is family” “That’s why he stays!!!” and John smiles?! Last time I watched T6T I came up with a half-baked theory that John was always cheating on Mary with Sherlock and we just didn’t get to see the beginning of it, and that season 5 will be going back in time and filling in the gaps. Need to make a different post expanding on this but this particular line in TFP does support my theory.

‪‪The way Mycroft explains everything about Eurus is contrary to the way every episode has played out so far - he gives them all the answers right away. Such a red flag for me

Why did Mycroft not get injured in the explosion - I mean, it’s weird that none of them got injured, but we specifically see one of his men saying that he got injured, so...why? 

John answering Mycroft’s earlier question about who originally said “the truth is rarely pure and never simple” - JOHN knew that Oscar Wilde said that, and when he reveals this, Sherlock is shown smiling...WTF! 

‪”Frankly, this is embarrassing.” “Oh. Doing a cavity search?” like...literally why/what the fuck...why does he say this....with this face....

Ok so when John is watching Sister Edgelord’s video as what I presume is an introduction to her personality, she says the bit about good not being really good and evil not being really evil but the next sentence is this: “Bottoms aren’t really pretty and you are a prisoner of your own meat.” 

If this is all actually in John’s mind...interesting. It goes along with the theory that Culverton is John’s nightmare version of himself - a sexual predator type who is enslaved by his own sick desires.

‪Sherlock literally saying WHAT DO YOU MEAN, REWRITTEN‬ khdskfjh

‪John looking Sherlock DEAD in the eye when he says “I was” in response to “are you married” is like...sexy lmao ‬

‪I can’t believe how much like an escape room this stupid episode is‬

‪What if the episode is both J&S’s nightmares combined? The coffin is John’s coffin, and in John’s nightmare Sherlock doesn’t know that John loves him - Sherlock assumes the coffin is Molly’s, he gets the “who loves you?” question completely wrong. ALSO SLDJKSJSJSD WAIT five years ago, was that before Reichenbach? bc it’s explicitly stated in the show that Moriarty DIDN’T think of Molly, he didn’t endanger her bc he thought Sherlock didn’t care abt her. How does it make sense, if this is reality, that Eurus/Moriarty put Molly in harms’ way or knew that she would be of value to Sherlock? Ok anyway that was a separate point but my original point was that it’s both of their nightmares combined somehow and in the same scene we switch to Sherlock’s nightmare of being forced to tell a woman that he loves her in front of the man he actually loves. FUCK SAAAAKE!‬

‪OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!! WHEN SHERLOCK IS DEDUCING THE COFFIN, JOHN IS SHOWN SAYING “THAT WAS A LONELY NIGHT ON GOOGLE” ITS HIS FUCKING COFFIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK!!!!!! FUCKING!!!!!!!!!! GOD!!!!!!!!! UGH!!!!!!!!!! I HATE THIS!!!!!!!! FUCKING!!!!! SHOW!!!!!!!!‬

‪I’M LITERALLY GOING TO FUCKING THROW UP I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS.................everything he says regarding the purchaser of the coffin was abt John...also John is the one to challenge the “its for a woman” deduction, like, SHERL, why are u assuming its a woman just bc of height...

‪Sherlock says “I’m remembering the governor” before he goes to kill himself, I have no idea what that means but I feel like it has to be important‬

‪“You were upset, so you told yourself a better story”‬ BIG FUCKING SEASON FOUR MOOD

‪headcanon the cipher riddle is about John (I am lost without your love, save my soul seek my room ksjskjdjskdjdjfjdjdkkdjdjdjdjdjdkkdk)‬

‪How did he escape the well if his feet were chained, how did the police get there, why would Scotland Yard come if Mycroft’s people were already on it, how did they get off the island and to the Holmes’s childhood home, not to mention the mother fucking grenade lmao...so much suspension of disbelief is required for this episode to make physical, geographical sense, it is so SO far removed from the realities and physical constraints of space and time. I’m almost positive it’s a nightmare of some sort‬

‪The flat is destroyed in the beginning of the episode, signifying that the rest of the story is fake?‬

‪Maybe...ok if we are in John’s mind, it would make sense that Sherlock saves him from a completely impossible trap that also involved his brother and sister - John has always been scared of Sherlock’s origin/trauma but he believes so strongly that Sherlock is his savior (I was so alone and I owe you so much)‬

‪Are pirates and/or Victor Trevor queer coded? I don’t know I’m just wondering. Either way VT looks exactly like baby John lmaaaaooooooo so subtle

‪Eurus’s explanation about deep water is just a cover for the casuals, like it’s the show trying to tie it all together from Sherlock’s perspective when they’re concealing that we’re really just in John’s mind‬

‪John says “You gave her what she was looking for. Context.” does this support my “they’ve been together for a while now” theory? ITS A MAD WIDDLE!‬

‪Who the fuck is Uncle Rudi, did he put Eurus away? Why does it matter?‬

‪“If I’m gone, I know what you could become.” WHAT THE FUCK!‬ WHY THE FUCK! WOULD SHE SAY THIS!

“‪there’s always one last hope‬”

‪When they’re rebuilding the flat does it signal that now the show can get back on track?‬

‪The ep ending without a cliffhanger is like...almost a cliffhanger in itself...it’s a super meta cliffhanger bc it’s out of pattern so it signals that something is wrong....THE FUCKING LEVELS MAN‬