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Ford Pines NSFW Alphabet

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Inspired by @roolette and their Johnny Cage NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Didn’t know anything about aftercare at first. He seemed to be deep in thought after everytime you guys first had sex (he would still be in the middle of processing everything that happened). It annoyed you how silent he was after finishing.

“How was it?” You would ask as you scooched closer to him on the bed.

“Good.” He would mumble, staring at the ceiling (that post nut clarity getting to him).

But now He enjoys every second of you, giving you kisses all over your body and always making sure he has a towel. He spoons you from behind, giving you pecks on your neck. “That was great dear. I didn’t know you were so flexible.” He’d say in a teasing manner. “Oh shut up Ford.” You’d smile. He loved those tender moments after sex, whispering about different things and holding onto one another.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Used to hate his fingers. Emphasis on the ‘used to,’ That is before he watched the way you kiss each of his fingers and sensually put them in your mouth, while making eye contact with you. He loves how much you love them, especially how you compliment how good they feel inside you and how he’s able to find just the right spots to have you screaming his name (come on, have you seen the way that man handles a dice). As for you, he loves every part of you, but especially your thighs. When you guys are sitting down together at a restaurant, he’ll squeeze your thigh under the table, causing you to accidentally kick the person in front of you. He swears he could die a happy death between your thighs (we’ll get back to this at letter O..).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He was terrified of the idea of accidentally cumming inside you, always making sure to wear a condom. But one day he finally gave into your pleas. “Ford, please. I’m on the pill. It’ll be fine.” He sighed, “I suppose we can try it one time.” After that he was addicted to it. Always begging to cum inside you and making sure to fuck every last bit of it inside you. Sometimes he’d pull out and watch it drip out of you, forcing it back inside with his fingers. It felt like he was claiming you as his own which he loved the feeling of. That you were his and his only.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Secretly loves the age gap (much to his chagrin). Something about a pretty, young thing like you being head over heels for him only added to his ego. He’d ask you, “Why don’t you date guys your own age?” “Because they can’t do the things you do to me.” He loved hearing your answers. Once his discomfort about the age difference goes away, he’s bragging about you constantly. You feel like a prize to him that he needs to show off. During a rough session, the words, “You perverted old man. You like fucking me, knowing that I’m half your age.” You could feel Ford’s dick twitch inside you. “Did you actually like it when I said that?” You’d ask after. “Let’s talk about something else…” He’d respond, avoiding eye-contact with you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not experienced, basically a virgin which shocked you to no end . But man, does he learn fast. He observes exactly what gets you going and writes it down in a journal (for research only of course..). Starts off shy at first, constantly looking for reassurance that he’s doing a good job, but once he’s got it down he quickly becomes more confident and a little bit cocky too. The fact he can make you squirt now is still a high he hasn’t come down from. You start to wonder where that innocent man went when he’s hitting all the right spots, making you scream out his name.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He absolutely loves cowgirl. His back sometimes hurts after hours of pouring over his journals. Being able to lay back and watch your erotic expressions while you take the lead turns him on to no end. He’d hold onto your waist, his fingers almost leaving six bruises on your torso, thrusting into you once you started losing momentum, loving the way you threw your head back and let out a loud moan. Once while cleaning, you found a detailed drawing in his notebook of you naked, riding him, your face twisted in pleasure. You flipped the pages to see nothing but similar content, but in other positions with little notes on what he noticed turned you on the most during your session.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Not a big fan of jokes in bed, thinks you’re laughing at him if you start to giggle at a joke that comes to your mind. One way to get him to be rougher with you is to tell him a joke while you guys are going at it. Will immediately manhandle you and start fucking you into oblivion until you completely forget what you even said. Will make sure to keep a serious face even if he does find it funny. He finds that it ruins the mood. “Don’t say stuff like that while we’re doing this.” He’d grumble. “Or else what?” With a response like that you were definitely willing to not be able to walk right for the next few days.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave unless you ask him to, which he doesn’t very often because he knows you love his happy trail. He argues shaving takes too much time away from his research. Doesn’t mind if you don’t shave either, he couldn’t care less. During the beginning of your relationship, if he wanted to have sex and you didn’t shave you would feel slightly uncomfortable about it, telling him awkwardly. Once you got the reply, “You think that’s gonna stop me?”, the embarrassment quickly went away.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Things can get rough with Ford, but he still makes sure to treat you like a goddess. Giving you kisses all over your body and praising you the whole time. “Despite all the dimensions I’ve been in, you by far are the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.” Somedays, he just wants to be as slow and tender with you as possible, fully enjoying just how much of a safespace you’ve become to him. During times like those he loves missionary so he can be as close to you as possible and indulge in every one of your lustful expressions.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Prefers not to and would rather just have you get him off instead. But sometimes, as he’s looking through the erotic art that he’s drawn of you, while he’s alone in the lab, he can’t help it. He definitely wouldn’t tell you unless you asked and he would get very embarrassed by his answer.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He has definitely asked you if you could cosplay as one of his favorite science fiction, fantasy, or Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons characters. For his birthday you decided to surprise him, dressed as an elven princess with the gown and all. His jaw basically dropped the moment he saw you waiting for him in your guys’ shared bed. It was like his college wet dreams came true in that moment and he was on you in almost seconds.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His desk has become one of the most common place that Ford fucks you.It feels all so spontaneous and somewhat rebellious each time. You’ll be sitting on his lap in his chair and suddenly you’re getting manhandled onto the desk, with him shoving everything to the side to make space for you. If he’s feeling particularly rough, he’ll bend you over the desk. Only negative is that now Ford has difficulty focusing at times at his desk because that’s all his mind is thinking of. But Ford does love how intimate it gets when you both are in your shared bed. It would have to be a tie for him.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do. Could be something entirely random and immediately he’s turned on and ready to go. Come on, here’s a man who hasn’t been touched hardly at all his whole life. Once you come into his life and become physical with him there’s no going back. A slight brush of the hands and he’s grabbing it, whispering in your ear all the dirty things he wants to do to you. Sometimes you’ll be doing something like liking the cream off your lips from a cake or bending over to grab something and Ford is making his way over to whisper something absolutely obscene in your ear, causing you both to start getting handsy with one another immediately.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not a fan of extreme bdsm. You’ve asked him to slap you before but you decided that it would only be something you can dream about when you saw how uncomfortable he looked at the thought. Sure, he’s down for light bdsm, like tying you up, maybe calling you a few names (depends on how he’s feeling), spanking, and being a bit rougher than usual. But things such as knife play are a big no to him, even though he does like the taste of blood… He would just be too worried that he was going to hurt you in a negative way or go too far.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

It is very rare for Ford to turn down a blowjob. He especially loves to cumming all over your face and tries to memorize the sight to draw later. But man, could he spend hours between your thighs. This man eats you out like he’s starving. He loves to hear the sounds you make which rile him up even more so. It took him a little bit to get the gist of it, but after some practice (which you were more than happy to teach him how) he became a pro at it. When you pull at his hair and squeeze your thighs tight around his face he swears he could cum right there and sometimes he has.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually it starts off slow and sensual. With soft kisses and loving compliments. But somehow it tends to get rough halfway through. Whether it be a slight comment you make or his possessive side kicking in, he can get lost in the moment and the next thing you know you feel like you just ran a full marathon. But you love it, watching his primal instincts kick in and his uptight self disappearing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

You've had many quickies in his lab before to the point it has become a weekly occurrence or even more sometimes. He definitely enjoys them and it’s a great way for him to let off steam when he’s been at his work for hours straight.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

As someone who has spent decades traveling between multiple dimensions, of course he’s down to do some risky things. At first he was pretty nervous. “Are you sure this is a good idea, love?” He’d ask, looking around nervously. But once his confidence in sex grew, so did his confidence in experimenting. It was even his idea to have sex in the Stanmobile once when Stan gave him the keys to get some groceries (of course this is a secret the two of you planned on dying with).

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

In the beginning, he did not last very long. Sometimes cumming just by pleasuring you without even getting touched. But this grew with time and for someone at his age, you were surprised by how much of a sex drive this man has. You guys have been able to go at it for a couple of hours before. You both are usually willing to go a few rounds if you’re doing it in bed.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You decided to bring toys into the bedroom one day and Ford was not much of a fan. At a certain point he just threw the toy to the side. “Ford! What are you doing? I paid good money for that?” “I’d rather be the one touching you.” He grumbled. It hurts his self esteem to watch you get pleasured by something that isn’t directly him. But he didn’t mind the handcuffs you bought. Whether that be you or him being handcuffed it doesn’t matter to him (which you think has something to do with Bill changing him up).

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Can be a tease. Sometimes you’ll just be minding your own business and Ford will come up to you and whisper something dirty in your ear and tell you all the things he plans on doing to you. But then he’ll get so occupied in his work that he’ll forget what he even said. “So Ford… About what you said in the kitchen..” You said seductively. “What did I say?” He’d asked confused, his eyes not leaving his journal as he writes. “Nevermind..” “Dear?” “I said nevermind..” He’d just look at you confused before going back to his writing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Definitely vocal, lots of moaning and grunting from him, as well as dirty talk. He tries to keep it down, but when you’re riding him or sucking him off it’s nearly impossible for him not to make noises, even if he’s biting his lip to stop himself. He even moans while eating you out which only adds to the pleasure. He whines every now and then and looks mortified each time. You make sure to tease him after which he responds by pretending not to know what you’re talking about. You both can be pretty loud which is why you’re thankful that most of the sex you have is away in his lab.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

You were surprised by just how possessive he is. He loves to mark you with hidden bite marks and hickeys, loving when they peak out every now and then. If anyone flirts with you or stares at you in public, he will pull you by the waist closer to you, a frown on his face and that’s when you know you’re gonna be up for a long night. You bought a necklace with his name on it and he gets hard just thinking about you wearing it.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

When it comes to length, he’s average size. But he makes up for it in girth and the slight angle to it which hits just the right spots. You didn’t know if you could fit him all in your mouth when you first saw it. As for the color, the tip is the same color as his nose.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As I’ve said before, anything you do can turn him on, meaning that he’s down to have sex most of the time. This of course was unexpected to you and the seemingly innocent facade he had at the beginning has been completely shed and now he’s pretty vocal when he wants to fuck, which is pretty frequently. You swear that the first time you guys kissed is when you opened the floodgates and there was no going back after that. Of course, if you are not in the mood he will respect that.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Takes him a bit to fall asleep because he struggles with insomnia. Waits for you to fall asleep first before he can fully relax. He’ll play with your hair as you drift off and kiss the top of your head. Has a habit of holding onto you tight to the point that sometimes you can hardly move, this due to his fear of something happening to you that he feels the need to protect you even in his sleep. Ford’s a pretty light sleeper, so if you do move he will feel it and wake up pretty quickly.

[mychapel-004]

something i've been thinking about post-portal fiddauthor

this could entirely be something i've just missed people discussing, but i haven't seen anyone mention before how this motel:

(presumably the place fiddleford relocates to after being kicked from the blind eye and having his memories taken)

is incredibly similar to the only other motel we see mentioned in the journal:

arguably twin bed motel is just a reference to twin peaks, or back to the future, or just the twins themselves, but honestly? the two seem like they could be the same motel. they're both out in the woods, surrounded by forest (presumably near route 14 and the truck stop ford has been frequenting) with pine tree motifs, and they're both out there in the snow. ford stays there for one night multiple weeks after the portal incident, sometime at the end of january or start of february, and fiddleford is there somewhere between day 189 and day 273.

that might seem like it puts a bit of a wrench in it, because it seems like fiddleford couldn't have been there at the same time if it has been 273 days since the portal incident, but this just adds to the theory that fiddleford is lying in his initial video diary and is filming the first four entries while still working with ford (which i want to make a post about if anyone is interested, i have a lot of evidence). so, with that theory, it is plausible that they are at this same motel at the same time, especially when you consider that neither ford nor fidd have a car at this point. ford's was destroyed shortly after he moved to GF by steve, and he seems to travel solely on foot since then, and fiddleford assumedly stops driving after day 189 when he accidentally hits another car on the road and breaks his arm. how many motels are accessible on foot in this area in the snow?

so two men, both tormented and driven to their limit by the same creature, the same project, unable to escape very far without transport end up in the same motel for one night weeks after their partnership fell apart. ford doesn't even make it inside, he collapses in the parking lot staring at the sign, thinking of the only person in the world who he could trust anymore. he says it himself, "F is nowhere to be found", "if only i had listened to him when i had the chance", but in reality fiddleford was metres away, holed up in a dingy room he rented with the last of his money, driving himself mad with paranoia.

the worst part is arguably that the video diary that takes place in the motel is the first one where we see the start of mcgucket vs fiddleford. his voice is pitchy and anxious, he's rambling about seeing something he didn't understand, he's hunched and scared and tearing out his own hair. he's stopped using the gun, most likely having been thrown out of the blind eye by now, but his mind is gone for good and he's continuing to decline without even using it. if ford had known F was there, just behind a door, and tried to see him, he wouldn't have seen the man he knew. at this point, fiddleford was gone either way. he would have been completely unrecognisable.

in another universe did he find him? did fiddleford see him through the window and try to place where he knew this man's face from, why his chest hurt so badly looking at him slumped over outside his window? did they figure it out instead of slipping past eachother again?

just like the few moments he spent with stanley before the accident, he fumbles and blanks the people around him without even trying, and fails to see past his own goals into how they affect others. he doesn't understand stan's anger at being sent away again, doesn't see fiddleford's collapse even though he's seemingly become known in the community for his very public deterioration, destroys the possibility of anyone "understanding what he's up against" because time and time again he doesn't tell them.

he believes that he needs to keep this information to himself, save the research even though its dangerous, stop others from knowing or they might steal it, but at the same time he needs help so badly and he needs stan and fidd to finish his plans, both to build the portal and to stop bill. but he lets them walk in blind every time, refusing to share what he knows, all under the name of that sly piece of advice bill gave him, "trust no-one." even though, what bill really meant is "trust no-one but me".

arguably it's the same habit which leads to weirdmaggeddon, he doesn't tell anyone but dipper, the child he sees himself in, about the rift or about the truth of his relationship with bill. if mabel knew, she would never have given bill the rift, or felt left out enough to run and be vulnerable, which lends so much more to his character post-BOB, where he's finally opening up to the people around him. he's reunited with his family and fidd, they all know his embarrassing secrets and the things he tried to hide about himself, about him and bill. and it's okay. if anything it makes him more human, more flawed but more relatable. and at the end of it all, F is there, as forgiving and kind and understanding as he always has been, with no door in the way this time.

[zpiderwebs]

A/N: it's literally 4am..HUZAHHH I wanted to write this soo badd mmnngghhfff..also, this is the first actual time I write in..a very long time that has to do with my own idea...sorry if it's not good </3

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𖦹[△"Who are you..?"△]𖦹

[In control! Bill Cipher (Ford) x GN! reader]

Summary: [Basically Bill in Ford's body. That's all. Reader witnesses it all and Bill is very...icky about his Sixer.]

Warnings?: Just kinda angsty and lots of swearing coming from reader and Bill just being a complete dick and doesn't care about hurting reader's feelings...guh..apologies in advance!

(;´∀｀). Enjoy!!

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Four goddamn months.

It's been four dreadfully long months since you've last had a decent conversation with him. He hardly pays attention, hardly even needs you down in the basement, and now his fucking home is full of..triangles. You thought it was another one of his little silly quirks..but no. "Meditating" sessions have turned into hours. Hours of him being locked down in the basement, refusing you to even take a peek down at the portal. What the hell were you even needed for anymore? Did he just need your damn help on the calculations and mathematic brain and that's all???

God, it all bothered you so much.

You felt like you were wasting so much time just sitting on your ass all day, not even having any type of interaction besides with yourself when your half asleep and mumbling whatever crosses your mind.

Ford. Ford was a great and smart man when you became friends through Fiddleford back at Backupsmore. But now, after he dragged you all the way to a small town called Gravity Falls that was nowhere near where you last lived...you've never felt so isolated and alone. The one man you once considered to be a great friend and a smart guy..turned out to be just a mess.

He barely eats anymore. Barely sleeps or even takes care of himself. Only ever coming up for more bitter coffee and heading back to the basement without a word to say, brushing pass you. He worries the hell out of you...and your not sure how long you could keep going at this, allowing him to destroy himself mentally and physically.

Well, you have hit your limit.

It was a late night. You had woken up to a loud sound coming from the basement. You didn't realize you had fallen asleep reading a book on the couch. You quickly sat up and walked towards the basement door. Reaching for the doorknob, it didn't stop when you slightly turned it.

It was unlocked.

Sucking in air through clenched teeth, you gripped the doorknob even tighter. You knew you shouldn't, but you needed to make sure your only friend at the moment was okay. Slowly, turning the cold knob, you pulled the door towards you. Once it was open, you heard Ford talking to himself and..laughing? That was..new.

You began to descend the stairs, slowly making your way down. Barely a few steps down, you heard another crash that was followed by another laugh.

"What the fuck..?" You quietly mumbled to yourself. Once you reached the ground, you quickly scanned the area and saw Ford hunched over his desk, writing something into his journal. You walked over, making sure not to startle him with your new presence.

"Ford? You..alright?" You called out. Suddenly Ford's body jumped as he dropped the pen he was writing with. He quickly flung his head to look at you with...weird eyes.

His eyes looked odd. Was the lack of sleep finally catching up to him? Then, a wide smile appeared on his face as his eyes stayed glued to yours. Creepy. That stare sent shivers down your spine as you swallowed hard and bit the inside of your cheek.

"Hey, toots. Didn't think you'd come down here." Ford chuckled, awkwardly standing up as he quickly made his way over. You took a step back.

'Toots'? Since when the hell did he start using nicknames like that?

"Uh, well, you were making a lot of noise and...I just wanted to check up on you. First..time you fucking speak to me in..months practically. What's up with that?" You rubbed the back of your neck, awkwardly looking away. Fuck, you sounded desperate...and you were.

Ford took some time to answer, like if he wasn't actually expecting you to keep a conversation going, hoping you'd just day 'Oh, okay' and scram.

"Oh well..I dunno. Too busy." Ford shrugged. Oh, that answer pissed you off.

"Busy? With what? Seriously, Ford. What possibly could you be doing down here, just hunching over your damn desk and writing in your journal. The least you could do is eat something. All you live off of is coffee? Don't you understand how bad that is?" You huffed. You haven't felt this..angry in years. The last person you wanted to upset you was Ford.

"Why does that concern you so much? Your so concerned over him that you can't even think straight, toots." Ford chuckled, his...weary yellow eyes looking into yours as he took a step closer.

You huffed. His way of speaking sounded off. "It concerns me because you can get yourself killed this way, Ford. How am I supposed to know if you do drop dead when your always locked down here? I wouldn't even know if you hardly speak to me anymore in the first place!"

Ford groaned and rolled his eyes. "God, you humans and your dumb relationships and emotions. Boring! Your all so clingy, depending on attention and empathy from others. It's pathetic."

You raised a brow. Ouch? What the hell was he talking about now? "Ford, seriously, just talk normal. And..I wanted to ask you, what's up with all this stupid triangle worship stuff and..all this 'meditation'? Your really worrying me."

Ford only sighed before pinching his nose and looking at you dead in the eyes. "Alright listen, toots. And listen good because I'm not repeating myself. I'm not Ford. I'm Bill. I'm his biggest and only muse. He doesn't need you or anybody anymore. He has me and that's all he needs. You were nothing but a pure tool for him to use until he didn't need it anymore, and that'd be..now! So, you've been doing nothing this whole time while me and little ol Sixer have been having a blast." Ford..or..now Bill that was in Ford's body, chuckled.

You were..dumbfounded. What..? "H-huh? Okay, Ford, is this some sick joke?"

Bill chuckled and made his way closer to you, causing you to back up..only for your back to hit the wall.

"Oh, no I'm not joking, toots. I'm in control of Sixer right now. And right now, I'm telling you to leave. He doesn't need you anymore. He doesn't need anyone. Your just a waste of space and a mere tool he used and doesn't need anymore. Back into the tool box!" Bill laughed.

As he continued to laugh at his own words, your mind was trying to comprehend what the fuck was going on. "Who are you...? What are you...?" You murmured out. Bill only chuckled against.

"I'm Bill Cipher. I'm this man's muse."

"What do you want with Ford? Were...you the reason we started building that dumb fucking portal!?" You snapped but suddenly a six fingered hand was slapped onto your mouth.

"Now, let's not disrespect my work or insult it with that dirty mouth, toots. Watch your words. It's simple, really. Ford is what I've been looking for, and I'm what he's been needing. He doesn't need a pestering worthless being like you around him. Your always nagging, begging for attention like some lost puppy. It's pathetic, really. Don't you have anything else to do in your sad life?" Bill's smirk widened, letting out a laugh.

"Of course you don't. You've been thrown under the bus and now your trying to crawl your way out, but that's not possible. He doesn't want or need you anymore, face it. He used you for what he needed. For that smart little brain of yours and that's all. He didn't actually care for your friendship, he was just playing along."

You felt a lump build up in your throat. That's not true..or is it..? Well..he is in Ford's mind. Is that what Ford really thought of you and only needed you for..? You pulled away from the hand before speaking up.

"That's not true-!"

Suddenly-- the hand slapped against against your mouth, shutting you up. "Yes it is! Just accept it already! Your worthless. All you'll ever be good for is to be used and thrown aside. Ford never gave a single shit about you. Your nothing." Bill frowned, speaking through gritted teeth as he glared.

"Now...you can leave his sight, leave him alone. He doesn't need you anymore."

Bill then let you go. You didn't say a word as he walked back towards the desk and sat back down. You wanted to bash something into his head..but that'd mean hurting Ford's body in the process too. His words had already stabbed way too deep into you.

Fuck, you felt like crying...it hurt. It all hurt. Was that really what Ford thought about you? All he ever needed you for? You felt your eyes sting.

You simply wobbled upstairs without another word. You laid awake, starring at the ceiling until you felt hot tears stream down the sides of your face. Everything hurt.

The next morning, you left without word. You thought about leaving a small note or even a letter..but if Ford never said those things and Bill was just lying, he knew where to find you and tell you the truth or write...

But it hurt that 30 years later,

he never wrote to you.

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[99redragons]

Wow, I agonized over this post way too long. Here it is, finally. I was gonna make this a reblog but i think since it's referencing multiple posts (and boy it got super long and added a related theory) this is better on its own. This is furthering @gin-juice-tonic's analysis of the tBoB journal pages. Heavy tBoB spoilers, and warning for the darker content it has. (some swearing too) I'm convinced now they're a warped version of events and downright fake for some, however, I believe many are real.

...But did Ford remember them? "I can delete memories randomly, just for fun. Maybe I already have." I do NOT think Bill could erase everything. He probably can only erase small/recent sections. But this is a big part of my theory.

But first, Gin's points. (using some of your pics for this Gin, hope you dont mind) I'm not going to post every journal page, but I'll give a ref for ones that seem important.

Okay, this is the post that actually convinced me (went through the links from tapas, the first is sure suspicious, but the second has pretty compelling evidence.) Ford referred to Fiddleford as F through the whole of journal 3 (aside from in code), and Bill as his Muse until the reveal, he wouldn't suddenly change the way he refers to people, even if he planned to rip out the pages, in which case, why would you write them in the first place?

On the first link (this one), this appears to be an embellished story. When you look at it from bill's perspective, he's reminiscing. He lies to himself. He's making it seem like Ford and Bill hit it off immediately, and while in a way, they did, it probably wasn't like this. I'll buy Ford used Cipher's line back at him, but the jovial way they banter is just so Bill. Ford would emphasize how he felt, the mysteries he was thinking about, his reverence for his Muse. He probably wouldn't recount it line for line when he was so secretive in journal 3. Bill makes it seem like they were more like equals, when in reality he likely relished the devotion and divine status Ford attributed to him. Also, "Cipher Speaks" is in Bill's handwriting from the sticky notes. could be coincidence? I think not. 'Ford' also describes it as the "GREATEST. DAY. OF MY LIFE." This mirrors bill's earlier statements about the reader's life being forever changed after meeting bill. According to Bill, meeting him is the highest moment of anyone's life, right?

In an additional post, Gin explains how Bill didn't tell Ford he was from another dimension. Ford had to find that out at the betrayal. So, all this taken, those two pages at least are fake.

For the third link, this one, while from Doylist perspective, Alex wanted the book to have fun little callbacks, from Watsonian, Bill simply can't help himself. Bill loves trying to be funny. He's trying to keep the reader hooked, and keeping the story interesting through callbacks is one way to do that. Some of these are Bill, some are self-referential because Bill's talking about real events from the past. (rats, cipherite suit, Small World cassette, we'll get to those later)

Bill has a habit of telling the truth through his lies. What I mean by that is, if he is repeating himself through actions or words, it's probably because there's some truth to it. If he's contradicting himself, there's something he's hiding. He'll claim he has no weaknesses, but later admit he does. He'll say he has no exes, only to reference exes later. So, we can glean truths from the lies he's telling in the pages.

I think Alex is a good enough writer to keep Ford and his writing (mostly) in character. He's made retcons/continuity errors before, but he knows the fandom will pick apart everything and find them, and will have a reason for it. There's definitely some fake pages, which begs the question, which are real?

One detail I want to point out is the vignette/burn marks on the edges of some of the pages. My secondary theory is about these. (And no, it doesn't indicate they were fake.) I'll explain later.

Assumptions/disclaimers: The pages we're shown are roughly chronological, though skip forward where surviving J3 pages would go. Pages aren't realistically double-sided like they would be in J3, these are inserted into tBoB magically. I don't have a blacklight version of J3, so I'm probably missing a little bit of context there. References J3 quite a few times, so this post works best if you are able to reference both books. I can go into detail and post more pictures for any sections that aren't clear.

First off, 'Lost in the woods'. This one I believe is real, because Ford's (author's cipher) codes are in it. This code is consistently used in the book whenever Ford inserts a page, even on the moth. For Bill to use this code would break the established pattern Alex has made. However, I agree with Gin that Bill intentionally placed this page to establish Ford as lonely, and thus make Bill look better for befriending him in contrast. I don't think it's that odd for Ford to talk about his social awkwardness, he talks about his childhood bullying pretty frankly, specifically on a page meant to be an author's About Me. However, he did rip this one out, so I think he was trying to ignore his feelings by hiding this page. No vignette.

'Cipher speaks', as we've discussed, is likely a fake/altered meeting. Vignettes on both pages. On the second page you can see where it looks burnt in one corner, and there's even tear marks like there's a page missing there, perhaps their real first meeting. It's also strange for Ford to draw himself like that.

'My Muse & Me'- Ford refers to Bill as his Muse again. Despite my doubts (I went back and forth on this one), I think this one has to be real. We find on the website computer (code: Fordtramarine) that Ford tried to submit a paper on fordtramarine. In that paper he refers to an 'extradimensional entity' and 'two-dimensional'. He shouldn't know that Bill is interdimensional at this point, so Ford must mean 'outside of physical reality', as in, the astral plane. Though, there's a painting of 'a muse' in the paper. Wasn't Bill supposed to be secret? Perhaps he thought he could get away with that small reference? Perhaps this paper was submitted more recently? I don't like the idea that things from the website are also fake, since it would be strange for Bill to have such narrative control there. The website seems to reveal things Bill can't control, even if Bill is talking. This page also establishes more timeline. This is saying that not only could Bill freely move in and out of Ford's mind within a year, he had full access to alter it as well, ahead of their deal before the test. This page is probably to make it seem appealing to let Bill into your mind. It also serves a purpose of showing us Ford had let Bill fully into his mind at this point in the story Bill's weaving. I am curious why would Ford hide this only to submit a paper on it, just to keep his Muse secret? And those damn red triangles, did Bill draw those, implying he could possess Ford before their deal? No burns/vignette. The neighboring pages both have it, why not this one?

June 15th- There is direct dialogue from Bill quoted, however, he refers to Bill as his Muse. Wouldn't Ford be creeped the hell out by the rat thing, and be alarmed that Bill possessed things just to kill them? I think this page was real, but was ripped out by Bill. Heavy vignette.

(Sorry for the poor quality, my phone camera is awful)

At this point I should explain: I think the burn/vignette represents Bill 'burning away' memories/altering them. Ford's memories, but possibly even the reader's. I want to be clear; I don't mean Bill erased the entire memory of the page, I mean Bill erased at least some part of those events. When it's heavy around the edges, heavier manipulation. It also could indicate which ones Bill burned/destroyed. More evidence for this later.

Karaoke page- How did Bill convince Ford to drink with him after the rat thing? Bill made him forget it was Bill. "The rats were his idea?" Yeah, he told you that right away, why did he need to tell you again? While probable this happened, the writing from Ford is sus. "This Bill guy, he's really got it all figured out"? Sounds a bit like Bill talking. The drawing is strangely detailed, too. 'Dancing queen' (disco girl's parody origin) was released in '76, so that lines up time wise, at least. Likely altered/created to make Bill seem friendlier. Either could have destroyed this one if there was a real version. Vignette.

A Voice from the Past spread- He says 'my Muse', but then mentions Bill by name, which indicates it's altered. Is the first bit real, then? Why would Ford rip out this important page revealing his muse's origin and past? His curiosity would overtake wanting to keep it secret, surely? And conversely, why would Bill fabricate it? To make himself seem more sympathetic? However, there is another explanation. There is the possibility Bill erased the memories of this conversation and it really happened in some form. Bill probably realized after revealing this information to Ford it could ruin his plans. Some vignette at the top, mostly on the right page. In that is a drawing of space and a code. The code says 'forget the past." Coincidence, or purposeful on a page for a conversation Bill made Ford forget? Bill could have ripped out the pages (if they existed) himself. It's also important to note Bill is trying to isolate Ford here, which is another reason he'd hide the pages/alter memories of talking about Stanley. Also, if Bill erased the phone number from Ford's mind later, it would make sense why Ford had to send a postcard.

A Winter Break/The Krampus adventure. Where would these pages have gone if they were real? It was January for the test, so it was before the deal, but after the bunker? Gin mentioned it feeling 'off' and strange because it's just Krampus, nothing weird or Gravity Falls-y about it, and I agree. And also, Fidds knocking it out feels... weird. I think that story is fabricated with some real details thrown in. Fidds is noticeably shaken up after, but otherwise the whole story seemed almost whimsical, and just...weird, and not in the GF way. It's fake. Ford goes back inside after looking outside in Time Traveler's Pig. He doesn't come outside onto the porch at all. You could say he comes back out after that, maybe. You could say it's a retcon. But we know the children's footprints were Dipper and Mabel, not random kidnapped kids. (Bill likely wouldn't expect the reader to know this.) My eyes are also drawn to the green and red rectangles. The festive theming bring to mind a Christmas special, and how often are those only partly canon? So, then what's real about it? I believe the gloves, and possibly the snow globe was real, since they come up again later. I believe if there was a monster, Ford (or bill possessing ford 'then-DARKNESS') fought it off, traumatizing Fidds even more. Something made Fidds shaken up. Fidds and Ford probably spent Christmas together. And Bill did warn Ford about Fidds' second thoughts (mentioned in J3). Did Fiddleford notice Ford forgetting things? Did he assume Ford was simply unshaken by what happened? For me what seals the deal is the heavy vignette around those pages. Bill altered his memories of what happened and is telling us this story instead, probably to make it seem not as bad, so Ford wouldn't be so angry that Bill wasn't there/realize that he possessed Ford. I'm also suspicious of the "Trust No One." at the end. Did this phrase really come from Bill? Wouldn't Bill be saying 'Trust me'? To be honest, it's possible the last page here was half a real conversation, but the way Ford suddenly changes his tune is strange AF and I suspect shenanigans for it. And the things Bill says are very different from 'F is not bold enough to follow through.' (J3 code, An Encounter) Also, most of these pages seem to have no reason to be ripped out, aside from mentioning Stan by name/drawing them, but he could have crossed that out, and the last page which Ford would have hidden from Fidds. If they were real in some form, Bill probably destroyed them to hide the truth.

Stanley memories pages- Real, not much to say about those. Goes after Bill's warning. Probably legitimately torn out by Ford since he'd want to keep these pictures before hiding J3. Though I do notice they are covering up a lot of red triangles, perhaps also drawn by Bill. No vignette.

Dream, or warning?- Before Jan. 17th. Real, since I can't see why Bill would make up a warning about himself. He wants the reader to trust him. The heavy vignette, again, indicates he made Ford forget about it and destroyed the pages before he could solve it, which would probably be easy since it was a dream. The laughter+fire at the end indicates Bill discovered them. Just a fun side note: the song referenced is 'Im your puppet'

"I was wrong about everything" spread- I think goes in the gap where the black scribbled out pages are in J3. Again, the Author's cipher is here, indicating these are real. Vignette again. Bill's possessing Ford a lot, trying to erase the idea of fighting back from his mind(unsuccessfully), likely also hiding these pages. More red triangles.

Bill-proof suit- Goes after The Blind Eye- references being banned from the library, Blind eye mentions still researching Bill. J3 said he discovered the chant to enter someone's mind by researching Bill, so he could also find the anti-cipher society and the cassette. Real. Bill likely destroyed these pages and the previous ones to try and slow down Ford and erase his plans to destroy Bill. Vignette.

Zom-bills to Looky Here: After 'Ways to hide', as Zom-bills is written in invisible ink, but before the truck stop. (This would require Ford to have written on the right page first, then Bill tore the rest of these out, but not a huge stretch) Bill is fucking with Ford hard. He's probably taking his anger out on Ford while simultaneously trying to bully and manipulate him like he would do to his henchmaniacs, as he says later. Vignette on most of these- he's constantly possessing Ford and making him black out, trying to manipulate his memory to make him compliant/torture him. Bill likely destroyed the cassette+the memory of it so it couldn't be used against him, as Ford presumably never gets the chance to. Why he's showing the reader this? He thinks it's funny. He could also be hoping to scare the reader, if the reader knows what he's capable of, they'll be more afraid, and fear and love are the same, right? Notably the sticky note page is only a little darkened, probably because Bill genuinely was trying to talk at first. I can't find any evidence that these are fake, but there's no codes indicating they're real either. I think they were real, but Bill destroyed at least some of them.

(Side note: Computer code: Oroborous. Curiously uses Bill's cipher, bill writes in J3 too. These pages are also vignetted. Bill wouldn't like Ford knowing he showed fear. He also purposefully didn't give the reader these 'missing pages', because he hates them and doesn't want to reveal his fear.)

Polaroids- Did Ford destroy this himself like the VHS? Trying to avoid being blamed for things Bill did? Just ashamed/horrified? Curiously, no vignette on the polaroids (this could be just to have the full page visible), or Bill wanted Ford to remember these to have the threat sink in fully. Probably actually happened, Bill doesn't really have a reason to fake these pages as they make him look worse/scarier.

Blackness/'No' pages: This is largely where my theory that vignette=memory manipulation makes the most sense, The darkness overtaking the page represents bill's influence and control, and stops resembling the journal pages much (though it could be invisible ink again). He can mess with Ford's mind as much as he likes. If these pages were ever real, Bill could have destroyed them himself too. Bill's pretty much telling the story here.

Fidds page, S page- Gin made another excellent post pointing out the problems with these. They're a bit redundant when compared to J3, aren't they? And in oddly specific ways. The use of the brother code indicates they're real, though. If Bill erased Ford's memories of these pages, him basically re-writing them makes sense, and also Ford going from 'the caves hold the answer' to 'the caves might hold the answers', the snow going from 'begun to fall' to 'has fallen', and going 'fidds wont speak to me'! instead of 'my assistant has clearly left me'. In some way Ford has probably retained a bit of his plans, but its not a stretch to say he'd loop his train of thought after losing memories. The "I grow maddened" at the edge is very shaky and blurry, which could reflect the shaky and blurry memory.

I also notice (this has probably been pointed out before) now in J3 that only once outside of Gravity Falls (route 14) can Ford plan clearly. Perhaps Cipher's influence is weaker outside the town? It makes sense. if Ford sent the postcard and made his plan while free(ish) of Bill's meddling, that's why Bill couldn't just erase his memory of his plan again.

So...yeah! Some are definitely fake. Some are placed or altered intentionally to serve a narrative. Bill could be manipulating the reader's and ford's memory to have never seen these pages. Some of these memories could have been simply warped, or erased later- not right away. I'll be honest I don't love the implication that Bill can just manipulate Ford's memories freely, so I'm sure there are significant limitations to it. Bill has to stall for the whole book and give away a lot of secrets in order to change the reader's brain enough for him to be satisfied, and even then it's not enough to make the reader give in. Bill's abilities are much less than he purports. He also says that the person can notice his 'tune-ups', so there is only so much he could alter someone's brain before they notice. However, if he's been messing with Ford's head this long, he'd have a big advantage. Is the explanation that Bill erased Ford's memory a little lazy? ...Yeah? But it also kind of heightens how badly Ford was being manipulated and why he got so paranoid and unhinged there. It lets a lot of these puzzle pieces fit together that wouldn't otherwise.

My vignette theory isn't super strong, I'll admit, but I think it definitely indicates something, given some pages don't have it when they could have. They could also simply indicate those pages were burned, though it being on the fake pages makes less sense then. Bill having destroyed the pages himself makes sense for a lot of the pages, but I cant rule out the possibility Ford did destroy some of them out of frustration/shame.

Something I also realized while going through J3 again is how many 'doodles' in J3 involve red triangles. (you can see an example on Frilliam's page) The triangles I assumed were Ford's obsession with Bill, but what if they were Bill's obsession? For another post perhaps.

So, what do y'all think? Ideas? Agree? Disagree? Things I missed? Questions? Something huge that shatters my whole theory? Let me know!

[caspercryptid]

Fic request- There is a severe lack of Werewolf or Vampire Ford, do with that what you will 💜

I like where your head's at. This is going to be a super weird sci-fi vibe because I actually had a Vampire Ford AU sitting in the back of my brain— if you want more/different vampire/werewolf au content just feel free to hit me with another request, one thing I find very fun is doing variations on the same theme.

Requests still open for billford.

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Bill had waited hundreds of millions of years.

Well, alright, so. Outside the theraprism it has probably been significantly less time than that. And even inside the theraprism Bill had lost track of time very very quickly, once he's made two key realizations.

1. No one is coming to save him

2. The pines will be long dead by the time he gets out.

He shouldn't care. He doesn't.

....Okay so, maybe he does a little bit.

As he worked through his feelings (by force, those bastards really knew how to cut a triangle down to size). He had come to realize that he .....had. feelings. Specifically one feeling. For Ford Pines. Something sticky and warm and pathetic.

And worthless, because he was never going to be able to tell him. Because Ford Pines was human.

Ford pines....WAS. human.

The problem with his relationship with Stanford had been fundamentally twofold. Every other issue started with one of the two completely insurmountable barriers between them.

Problem 1: Ford was human.

Problem 2: Bill was not.

The axolotl, in his endless knowledge and mercy, had seen fit, through reincarnation, to solve the second problem. Which would have counted for nothing, except that apparently while Bill hadn't been looking in on him, Ford had solved the first.

And that is how Bill has found himself on a space station in 3502, face to face. With Stanford Pines.

At first he thinks he's imagining things, or maybe one of the Pines descendants just— won some kind of genetic lottery. But as he stays frozen and watching, Ford pulls out a journal and flips through, taking notes with an old fashioned pen, and— there's no mistaking those hands. There's no mistaking that twenty first century pen. And he'd— assume some alternate universe Ford had gotten lost, but his clothes are from the right millennia, at least, he's wearing a space suit and metal boots. He's alone and he looks.... fine. Confident and calm.

Bill doesn't realize he's getting closer until Ford looks up and gives him a confused look.

"Can I.... help you?" He asks.

Oh, right.

Bill looks normal now. Average. Unremarkable. He clears his throat, tries to decide where to start.

"I— hope so," he says. "Do you have a ship? I— seem to have accidentally blown the last of my cash and I don't have enough to make it back to earth."

"Ah, yes. I do. I would be happy to give you a lift, I was actually heading back topside myself."

Bill realizes, faintly, that he's probably made a mistake and it's going to be a lot of lies to keep going.

Well, if there was anything in the world he was good at.

"Thank you," he says, "I figured you'd be reliable. Everybody who uses old-world tech is good in my book. You don't make it to a thousand pitching hitchhikers out of airlocks!"

Patently untrue. Bill had pitched plenty of hitchhikers out of airlocks.

Ford gives him a look like maybe he doesn't believe that either, but he twists the pen in his fingers.

"You just can't replicate the feeling of a nib on paper," he says, "do you believe i had to get my own ship because they won't let me space travel with one of these? I told them I'd adapted the ink cartridges myself to keep it from exploding, but they wouldn't believe me!"

"Those galactic authorities need to get the sticks out of their asses," Bill says.

Ford snorts, and it's- nice. It's nice to just talk to him like this. Like nothing had ever happened between them. But. There's still the question.

"...So, you a collector?" he asks, managing casual.

"Ah, no." Ford says, spinning the pen, "well, yes, in a way. I do collect old world technology, but it's because I'm more used to it."

"You look human," Bill says.

Ford grins, showing off sharp teeth.

"Do I?"

[fanficsiwillneverwrite]

Writing chapter 2 for this has begun:

Today is the day!

The Oregon weather has been less than ideal these past few days, but the sky has finally cleared enough to begin setting up the Confiners around town. Some of them, at least. It might take the entire summer to set it all up—which is partly the reason for our return.

Though Fiddleford’s mind isn’t as sharp as it once was, he still knows his way around schematics. He built these things in about a month! With only a few minor hiccups along the way, like the lake incident Sunday morning (Stanley says he’s still finding animatronic squids aboard the Stan O’ War II). But I digress.

Here are the facts:

There is a place in between realms known to most only as “the void.” My time journeying the realms has taught me this place is inescapable, not even Bill and his goons dare step foot inside. No one has a clue what’s waiting for them upon entering (perhaps, nothing). They only know that once entering, there is no going back. Sounds like the perfect prison for a dangerous entity such as Bill.

I do not wish to worry the town nor the children, but Bill’s return is inevitable. He always finds a way back. It is only a matter of time before he tricks someone else into setting him loose. It’s in his nature. But the Confiners will assure only one final (hopefully brief) appearance in our dimension before we trap him inside the void forever.

Bill is in my lab under a dome glass, safe from any curious onlookers who might have the sudden urge to shake his hand. Only a Pines can enter and none of us, Soos and his weird girlfriend included, want a repeat of last summer. I’m sure of it. Still, there is still no hard evidence suggesting shaking his hand will actually awaken him. Stanley says it’s better to be safe than to be dead. I’m inclined to—

Glass shatters. And Ford lifts his head seconds before the grappling hook hits him. It takes a strip of his hair. Mabel comes swinging in. “Good morning, Grunkle Ford,” she greets.

He closes his journal as Stan comes stomping into the kitchen after her. “Mabel, what did I say about using the grappling hook inside?”

Bowing her head, she hands it off to him. “You get first dibs…”

“That’s right!” He shoots it off into the living room. Another glass breaks; a window this time. He glides away quickly. But the fun ends abruptly—his body crackles as he collides with the wooden wall. “Worth it,” he says, giving a thumbs up.

Ford simply hums at his brother’s immaturity. Mabel skips over to the coffee pot, humming a little tune as she pours herself a cup. “Kind of sophisticated for me to take up drinking coffee, huh, Grunkle Ford?”

Ford watches her pour about a pound’s worth of sugar into her cup. She adds whipped cream next, and topping it all off with a good amount of sprinkles. “Very sophisticated,” he notes.

[procrastinatingattorney]

my book of bill reactions!

Ford making regular appearances in the book like the fucking drama queen he is, complete with disapproving dramatic selfie god damn

Fucking ‘cipherholic’ and god damn jack skellington moth

Bribe me properly with a stan twins spinoff, old man

(listening to ghost tricks ost at the same time and this truly is a chicken kitchen page)

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That square image better not be fucking loss

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These codes with tiny font are such a pain lol, i’m using someone’s incomplete cipher on twitter and its kinda fun filling in the blanks

"Between lives"… so this is before the axolotl reincarnated him

Not the parallel universe where mabel OD-ed on smile dip

Kinda fun using the reflection on my phone to read the mirror page

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The first dream page and not ford and soos having light hearted shit while everyone else has nightmares (stan seeming to have a mix of the portal incident and the science fair) no mcgucket on that page for some reason tho– oh wait nevermind there's a full page for him and it freaks bill out

Oh there’s the oracle as an ex henchmaniac i think

bill's license plate being a ciphered ‘suck it’ …. So close to saying fuck

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“My hole could be yours”

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got to the advertised "extra journal 3 pages" and im fucking losing it omg

also the sixer nickname being used so much in the books and comics is almost funny when you realise that it was only used twice in the actual show

we finally got proper paranoid ford era content and its so painful its great

also god damn even before the paranoid era theres an entire section where bill was like "haha you should've eaten your twin" "haha if you ever met the monster who destroyed my dimension it'd eat you alive" mY GUY THE RED FLAGS

Not ford being told to see therapy way back in college omgggg

Baby stan twins in an ugly hannukah sweater omggggggggg

Oh wait i just realised the first page has some stuff cut from the leaked preview :((( rip no twins kicking the shit out of the statue and hitting it with a crowbar-- oop nevermind my pages were stuck together so i missed the first goddamn page

NO NOT THE FUCKING CRINGE ASS ANTI BILL SUIT WITH THE BRAIN,, FORD NO

SAHDSDHSAK THE EX WIFE JOKE- BUT NO NOT THAT BEING ANOTHER THING FROM THEIR FUCKING DAD

so glad that theres an entire section expanding on paranoid ford era

The joyride section holy fuck

Aw hell yeah the fucked up section which probably bumped this book to an older audience rating

Ford thinking that stan wouldn’t last if bill got into his mind when we have evidence that he has ridiculous amount of control over his mindscape….

Also him remembering what exactly stan looked like when he was begging for help and him using their childhood code…..

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Is the first fucking reference to the axolotl a coded hot sauce message ‘hotxolotl’ near the end of the fucking book

Been having the ghost trick on loop and the ending song playing as i get to the family section was great timing lol

Me throughout the entire book: boo there’s only a few pages mentioning stan

Me at the stan page:

but also then immediately going “oh shit he has the same handwriting as the bill font in the lost J3 pages” 

Also weh decoding stan’s cartoon censor swears which translates into ‘love ya bro’

(another weh at him signing off as stanley pines)

boo at the lack of acknowledgement of the ridiculous amount of control stan has over his mindscape tho

bill only mentioned him like once before the journal page sections because he's so mad lmao

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finished it!!! was worried too if it was gonna somehow ignore the whole axolotl being the one to let bill reincarnate thing but the ending really was it going rip bozo go to therapy

attempting the ciphers was pretty fun altho im sleepy and missed a few

(also same coin theory isn’t dead so im a-okay with this lol)

[nerdymariamania]

Before "The Book of Bill" is released, I wanted to finally put out my thoughts that have been plaguing me for years now.

Bill's repentance from the axolotl, is being sent to "another place, another time."

And his statue is in our world, just as he is in their world. But in the Graphic novel, there are two instances of ciphers that say "Cipher lives." Along with Stan acting very off during the duration of the Cipher Hunt.

Tons of people believe in Same Coin Theory...

But, I have an even crazier theory!

[Preface: We know our universe is "canon" (as Canon as it can get) to the Gravity Falls universe, because at the end of Journal 3, it's basically spelled out to you that once Ford dropped the books into the bottomless pit, they ended up here. Alex and Rob Renzetti both said that the journal is as Canon compliant to the show as it can be (the show being the end all be all of canon.)]

In our world, Stan and Soos don't exist. But we hear them constantly throughout the clues of Cipher Hunt. Stan is even singing "We'll meet again." Which Bill sang in the finale. And the axolotl specifically stated "another place, another time." For Cipher only. Not Stan and Soos as well. So, why do we keep hearing them? Bill is shown multiple times to be perfect at imitating voices. He imitates Soos in Dreamscaperers. It's implied that he imitates Dipper in Sock Opera. Etcetera, etcetera!

What is a bigger penance than introducing yourself to a gigantic platform, as the villain, and even showing that you lost. That you were destroyed. Not by magic, just by a man who cares about his family. And in this new world, that man shares a few things in common with you. Well, the main thing he shares, is the same voice. Stan Pines and Bill Cipher share the same voice. Or more importantly, the same voice actor. Who is also the creator of the hit TV show Gravity Falls.

So, my theory is that Bill Cipher got sent to our dimension. And to not shirk the blame, but to show our world what a monster he is, showed us his downfall as a villain. So yes, in the Cipher Hunt, we hear Stan acting not himself. But here's the thing, that wasn't Stan. It was Alex. Bill was using Alex to create the Cipher Hunt, the literal headstone of Gravity Falls, Bill's final resting place. Bill was imitating Stan and Soos' voices, but not because he was imitating them, he was using Alex's vocal abilities. Who set up the Cipher Hunt? Alex. Who created Gravity Falls? Alex. And what is my damning pieces of evidence? In the Cipher Hunt treasure box, a drawing of Stan, Soos, and McGucket on there, all with their signatures. And when you shined a blacklist on it, Bill was drawn there too, with his signature, saying 'Stay Paranoid.' And on a card, all of the characters, in blacklight, had Bill's eyes. You know the last signature on both drawings? Alex Hirsch. To announce his own Reddit ask me anything, Bill sent out several tweets on Alex's Twitter. And even said he made a deal with Alex at one point.

Throughout the Weirdmageddon trilogy, not only at the end of the credits, the backwards whispering is Bill saying "I'm watching you." It also says instead of created by Alex Hirsch, created by Bill Cipher.

And what is at the end of the TV show, Gravity Falls? A flickering video of Bill's statue, the first clue of the Cipher Hunt. And if you find him and shake his hand, like "Stan" told you to, he might not need penance. He might not need one man's body. He already has a legion of worshippers in this universe that "Alex" helped him obtain. Why not put them to good use?

[jacobsnicket]

fictober prompt 2: “it’s been a long time” | gravity falls | T

read on ao3

It’s sparked by a toy set, of all things.

Ford is wandering his way through a mall in dimension 45B&, lifting anything he may need for his journey and sneaking it into his coat pockets. It’s not stealing, he thinks. He’s merely taking enough provisions that he can sustain himself and any tools he may need for the destabilizer. It’s for the good of this universe— of every universe. If he succeeds, he’ll definitely, absolutely return the tools as quickly as he can.

And in any case, if he does get caught, he can always just disappear into another world.

He’s walking past the shelves of a store named Pom-Pom’s Big-Box Bargain Parlor when he sees it. He pauses. His hands clench.

In front of him, built out of what the box declares are William Henry Harrison Logs, is a near-perfect recreation of his house, his home back in Gravity Falls, fifteen years and an infinite distance away from him.

He gets the sudden, inexplicable urge to take the box and run. It passes just as fast. He’s not going home, not until Cipher is dead. There’s no use weighing himself down with reminders. And what the hell is he supposed to do with a William Henry Harrison Logs set anyway?

The toy cabin is depicted in a lush redwood forest. If Ford squints, he thinks he could make out a creek in the background. He doesn’t squint. There’s no use. He needs to leave.

He doesn’t leave. He keeps looking at it. He looks at it until a single pilfered protein bar slips from his coat pocket and hits the floor, and every single security guard’s head turns to look at him.

Damn it. 

Ford runs. By the time the guards have converged on him, he’s left the dimension entirely.

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It’s a few hours later, his back pressed to the wall of a cave in dimension 912C, that his mind slips back to the cabin, back to Gravity Falls.

He can’t help but wonder what has become of his former home, now that he is alone and relatively safe. Stanley must have left as soon as he’d fallen through the portal— there was no use in him being there anymore. He could only hope that he’d taken his journal with him, but it seemed unlikely. Stanley would never listen to him.

Ford pictures Stanley going through his house on the way out, stealing anything he could carry. It’s not like Ford would miss it, he’d say to himself. He pictures his brother finding his cash, getting mad that he’d cut the triangles out of all of his one dollar bills. The thought is almost funny.

He imagines the house abandoned, falling into disrepair. For a second he thinks they might have demolished it, but he decides that they haven’t. The townsfolk always knew to stay away from the creepy shack in the woods, and that was fine with him.

(And he doesn’t want to consider the thought of anyone finding the portal, knowing of his mistakes, giving Bill another pawn to destroy the world with. So he doesn’t.)

Maybe they tell their children too, about the house. Maybe they imagine it’s haunted. The townsfolk had always been superstitious, even more so when there’s such a high chance of those superstitions becoming true.

It probably feels haunted, at the very least— trashed, in disarray, with blood on the walls and creatures in the study and doomsday devices in the basement. Ford suddenly feels a sharp pain of regret. If he’d known that he was going to… disappear that day, he might have left the house in a nicer state. Now this is how he will be remembered. 

It’s an illogical thought and he knows it, but that does not prevent him from entertaining it. There was nothing he could have done. And he will not be remembered as a ghost or a wreck or anything else except the man who destroyed Bill Cipher, if he plays his cards right.

Still, he can’t stop himself from wishing he could go back, just for a bit. Just to clean before he carries on with his work. It’s been a long time, such a long time, and no matter how many redwood forests or shining creeks or oddly shaped cliffs he comes across, he never stops being reminded of home.

But those are dangerous thoughts to dwell on, and he’s stayed in this cave too long as it is.

[fordtato]

fiddleford mcgucket for the ask game?

Oooooh, thank you!!!!!

favorite thing about them least favorite thing about them favorite line brOTP OTP nOTP random headcanon unpopular opinion song i associate with them favorite picture of them

Favorite thing about them: Fiddleford's got such manic energy! He just drank the alien milk in the Journal! He tried to hit the hide behind with a banjo! He just likes makin' shit, even if it has no use or is dangerous! He's a big ball of jitter and PURE rabid ambition.

Least favorite thing: Hirsch said in the DVD commentary and in a stream that McGucket is nonconfrontational, more of a follower, and that this is why he didn't do more to stop the portal. This frustrates me to no end, and I am FULL of thoughts on it.

Favorite line: "Remember what happened to Icarus..." OR "When Gravity Falls and Earth Becomes Sky, Fear the Beast With Just One Eye"

brOTP: If Myserty Trio was canon? Stan and Fiddleford. But also Ford and Fidds being best friends makes me so happy.

OTP: Ford and Fidds being lovers also makes me so happy

random headcanon: I feel like Fiddleford knew about Bill, even if Ford never says it in the journal. I think Ford just didn't know. fanfiction exploring this kind of became less common after J3 when there was no indication that Fiddleford met Bill, but Fiddleford having an experience with Bord??? It gives me goosebumps.

unpopular opinion: I feel like a lot of people like to make Fiddleford the "common sense" one out of Ford and Fiddleford, or that Fiddleford was the more "domestic" of the two. Like Ford would go do something dangerous and reckless and also he'd burn the kitchen down trying to cook, and then Fiddleford would shake his head and go "well, might as well cook dinner and prepare some bandages for that scallywag for when he comes back tsk tsk tsk." No, I think they both *thought* they were the Common Sense one, but neither of them were, and that the shack was more of a science frat house, just accumulating a mess, while they were both working there. It's like when Fidds drank the Space Milk and Ford was in the journal like "oh my god i cant believe he did that." I read that like "I can't believe YOU didn't." So yeah, I'm not a personal fan of "common sense househusband" readings of him. I also disagree with people who are like "Fiddleford did nothing wrong uwu" - if he knew the apocalypse was coming but didn't do more than just erase his mind, I would say that's not correct. BUT I don't think he's unsympathetic or a bad person. I think it makes him complicated. And I think him being complicated is another one of my favorite parts of him.

Song I associate with him: "Bad Moon Rising" by Creedence Clearwater Revival

favorite picture of them:

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 1/5

Book Blurb: A witchy, witty, wickedly sexy romance about love, books, friendship and the unexpected connections that bind us together…

Bookbinding (verb): the art of creating something magical out of fabric, leather and paper.

As a lonely foster kid, Serafina Conte sought refuge in handmaking journals—and writing her wishes within their pages. Now, in the quirky new age store she shares with her two best friends, Sera’s intentions have paid off. Her journals are in the spotlight—and rumored to manifest great things. Whether it’s witchy skills, real magic or not, Sera’s finally ready to be the leading lady of her life story…

Until her plot hits a twist.

After the death of her mentor, Ford Sitwell, all the loneliness and insecurity of her past returns. The only balm is the box of antique books he left to her. But Ford’s suspicious brooding grandson, Wes, is ready to think the worst of her—and get his grandfather’s books back! The first part doesn’t bother her. The second? Forget it. Sera won’t give Wes the books so easily. But it’s clear he’s seeking something more, an emotional connection no book can replace. So she offers a deal—work in her store for six weeks, and in return, she’ll help him get closure by sharing memories of his late grandfather.

Yes, Wes seems grumpy, but actually he’s hot…and maybe kind? Deep down? And when desire and vulnerability work their charms, Sera begins to wonder if the best stories aren’t the ones you intend, but the ones that take you where you least expected…

Review:

Serafina Conte has found solace in her handmaking journal talent, but when the death of her mentor brings one of his grandsons to confront her regarding his will, she never expects to fall for him. Serafina handmakes journals, she loves doing it and has found a way to make a successful business of it with her two best friends. Yet when the death of her mentor, Ford Sitwell, happens, Serafina feels lonelier than ever and the last thing she needs is Ford's suspicious grandson coming into her life demanding that the books Ford left in his will actually belong to him. Wes Sitwell thinks the worst of Serafina and Ford's friendship and thinks she was sleeping with his grandpa, and thinks that Ford made a mistake giving away his books to her rather than to Wes. Wes and Serafina get off on the wrong foot but the more time they spend together the more they begin to fall for one another. But can a relationship work when they both are new to relationships and have their own issues? Unfortunately this one was not for me. It was a short read but it felt like it dragged and I'm going to be honest, I did not like Wes at all. I really did not like the last minute breakup/makeup in the last few pages and honestly, dont think that Wes and Serafina have any chemistry at all. I really did not believe their relationship and did not really feel it. The romance just wasn't there for me unfortunately. If you like unlikely romances give this one a go, maybe it'll work out better for you than it did for me.

*Thanks Netgalley and HARLEQUIN - Romance (U.S. & Canada), Afterglow Books by Harlequin for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[gaymedievaldruid]

I ADORE ADORE ADORE how ford doesn't relight the portal and ALL OF THE ANGST. As time passes and he falls out of paranoia, he initially forgets to think about what he actually did out of relief that Bill is leaving him alone and can never come back, until it Hits Him All At Once And Aaaaaaa. The sunk cost fallacy has him so hard for so long until he thinks he might tear his heart out of his chest from the guilt. Even after deciding to try to get it working he doesn't go down there for another three weeks. He doesn't need the journals to put it together. The portal is working again. Ford runs upstairs so he doesn't have to be there when Stan gets back. He can't sleep, though, so he's hunched over the kitchen table when the elevator does finally arrive.

This has to be an AU already right? I’ve never seen it. I’m doing it. My city now

The angst potential alone haunts me. How long do you think he waited for Ford?? When did it start to sink in that nobody was coming to save him, that nobody would miss him? Would anybody even want him back? How long did it take for his anger, his heartbreak, his grief to turn into acceptance and a belief that this was divine retribution? How long did he work, how many jobs did he take, how much wealth did he accrue, how many brushes with death did he have until he believed he’d “earned” the right to go home and see his brother?? Many such questions. I need to go deeper

[throwrocksatthem]

Decided I'd mirror my book reviews on here, see if I like it. Starting with the issue of Asimov's I finished* the other day.

*I only read the short stories

Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine Jan/Feb 2024

Overall thoughts: Pretty meh issue in terms of the short stories.

To Eat your own head - Nkone Chaka

An angry scientist studies two-headed snakes and deals with shitty managers. The snakes are also a metaphor. Was good, but confusing at times. Headings would have gone a long way to fixing this. "six months later" would have done wonders. Also the names were stupid.

The Adherence - Jeffrey Ford

Basically a goosebumps or round the twist episode. It's set in a creepy reality similar to ours other than a monopolistic brand of cheap products that's taken over, and a random chance for people to become thanos snapped at any time. The story is a bit random and disjointed, going more for a "wouldn't that be fucked up?" than a moral. I would have liked to see the characters act more like humans. Stuff happens and the POV character just goes with it, shrugs it off like no big deal. It was alright but could have used another draft

Early Adopter - Zack Be

A day in the life of a guy with a chat-gpt siri implant. It's OK. The robot talks in all capitals so it's a pain to read. I don't know why people do that. The point of the story is that the guys having trouble differentiating his thoughts and the robots, and certainly does come up one single time, at the end.it was fine, nothing special.

It Goes So Fast - Lisa Papademetriou

A mum and her toddler buy the adjoining studio apartment, dealing with the building committee, etc. Also time dilation and memory recall computers. There's some stuff in here about how perfect recall changes our relationship to the here and now (makes the POV come off as a druggo but I don't think that was the intention, just a similar metaphor). Overall I thought it was good. Not very flashy but a good sci fi speculative "future technology" story.

Augher, Glogher, Fivemiletown - Ian McDonald

Chronicles the rise and fall of an ASMR tiktoker. His ASMR voice is treated as almost a super power but the social media stuff is still pretty cringe and unrealistic. It was mostly pretty good to start off with, but I lost interest it went on. Stuff randomly happens, the POV acts like he has no opinion on it, and then the story moves on, jumping forward seemingly by months or years without explaining this. It just wasn't a super nice read

Burning Grannies - Rory Harper

Dnf. Didn't understand what the fuck was happening. They were on a ship that combusted grandmothers for fuel, only brand new grannies are also born in that process, and some random bugs attacked. Nothing's given context, so I just couldn't bring myself to care about the contextless nonsense I was reading.

The Scalar Intercepts - Michael Cassutt

In a future where skynet took over, one AI writes a journal entry. It was fine. "humans were nice and they called me Jim and I knew one human and we argued once and hey did you know planets are sentient? Also a meteorite will hit earth soon. The end. " I dunno I think I just didn't gel with the format

[glowing-disciple]

Decided to try again - made it pretty far, but the Columbia River proved too much of a challenge for our hero.

Leslie's Diary is under the cut

May 31, 1847 Here begins the journal of Leslie, formerly a trapper. Tomorrow we leave Independence behind to begin our journey west to Oregon City. We must still purchase the supplies that our Conestoga wagon will hold to sustain us during our long trek. I hope that the following skills will prove of some use along the trail: riverwork, sharpshooting, carpentry, tracking, botany.

June 1, 1847 Took advantage of the package deal offered to me. What a relief not to have to shop for all that individually! Purchased 2 fishing nets, 1 frying pan, 2 hunting knives, 4 4-oz. bottles of iodine, 5 16-oz. bottles of isopropyl alcohol, 3 lanterns, 5 pairs of long underwear, 3 4-oz. bottles of peppermint, 5 30-foot lengths of rope, 1 thermometer, 1 washboard, 5 water kegs, 5 winter coats. Purchased 1 25-lb. keg of gunpowder, 1 rifle. Purchased 5 5-lb. sacks of dried fruit, 5 5-lb. sacks of dried vegetables, 3 10-lb. sacks of onions, 3 20-lb. sacks of potatoes, 100 pounds of salt pork. We will be more frugal with our food. Purchased 2 spare wagon axles, 2 spare wagon tongues, 2 spare wagon wheels, 6 oxen. Purchased 6 oxen. Arrived at Blue River. Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go. Saw a grave dug up by wolves near Westport--bones scattered about. A most distressing sight!

June 2, 1847 The good citizens of the wagon train elected me as their captain. I plan to accept position of captain. Another step on the trail; today we reached New Santa Fe. Mr. Tillman claims it's the Oregon Territory up ahead, but the guidebook says it's Lone Elm.

June 4, 1847 The wagon train reached Blue Mound this day.

June 5, 1847 We found some wild vegetables and decided to stop and gather vegetables. We gathered 28 pounds.

June 8, 1847 Today we passed Kansas River. Given the price, we will take the ferry.

June 9, 1847 Today we have traveled 100 miles.

June 10, 1847 We were inconvenienced by a serious thunderstorm. We chose to slow down.

June 11, 1847 Maurice has a bad cold. We're going to increase fluid intake.

June 13, 1847 Reached Red Vermillion River. Strangely beautiful country. Decided to ford the river. Our train lost 3 wagons and 7 people crossing the river today. Our wagon tipped over. We lost 45 pounds of bacon; 6 pounds of cheese; 7 pounds of coffee beans; 3 10-lb. sacks of cornmeal; and various other items.

June 15, 1847 We were hit by a severe hailstorm and decided to slow down. Nooned at Scott Spring. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 161 pounds of meat.

June 16, 1847 Traded 18 pounds of pemmican for 5 20-lb. sacks of potatoes.

June 17, 1847 We were fortunate to happen upon some wild fruit. We will stop and gather fruit. We gathered 17 pounds.

June 19, 1847 Came to Alcove Spring. Mr. Tillman claims it's the Oregon Territory up ahead, but the guidebook says it's Big Blue River. Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

June 20, 1847 We were fortunate to happen upon some wild fruit. We will stop and gather fruit. We gathered 15 pounds.

June 21, 1847 Found a clean, well-formed ox skull a short ways from St. Joseph Road Junction; tempted to take it with me, but decided against it.

June 23, 1847 We found some wild fruit and decided to stop and gather fruit. We gathered 9 pounds.

June 26, 1847 Passed The Narrows. Road fair to middling. Traded 1 ox for 1 25-lb. keg of gunpowder. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 63 pounds of meat.

June 29, 1847 We endured an extremely severe thunderstorm today. We decided to slow down.

July 1, 1847 We were fortunate to happen upon some wild fruit. We will stop and gather fruit. We gathered 27 pounds.

July 3, 1847 Saw a small, foul-looking pool of water near “The Coast of Nebraska”. Could be poison; I prevented our animals from drinking it. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 50 pounds of meat.

July 4, 1847 A severe hailstorm struck today. I reckon we'll slow down. Today is Independence Day and we've decided to continue.

July 7, 1847 Bad storm today--rain, wind, and lightning something fierce! We decided to slow down.

July 10, 1847 Today we drove our wagons and teams past Plum Creek. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We did not have any luck.

July 15, 1847 Horace came down with cholera. We've got to administer laudanum.

July 17, 1847 Our wagon tongue broke, and we decided to try to repair it. We were successful.

July 21, 1847 We found some wild vegetables and decided to stop and gather vegetables. We gathered 12 pounds.

July 22, 1847 Every day our journey comes closer to its end. Today we made it to O’Fallon’s Bluffs. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 67 pounds of meat.

July 26, 1847 We were hit by a severe hailstorm and decided to slow down.

July 30, 1847 Stopped near South Platte River for a while. Decided to ford the river. Our train lost 3 wagons and 8 people crossing the river today. Our wagon tipped over. We lost 39 pounds of bacon; 2 pounds of cheese; 5 pounds of coffee beans; 3 10-lb. sacks of dried beans; and various other items.

July 31, 1847 Passed the five hundred mile mark today.

August 1, 1847 Arrived at Ash Hollow, despite some “help” from Nicholas J. Tillman. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 46 pounds of meat.

August 4, 1847 We found some wild fruit and decided to stop and gather fruit. We gathered 5 pounds.

August 5, 1847 Saw buzzards circling today not too far from Courthouse and Jail Rocks. If I were superstitious, I’d call it a bad omen. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We did not have any luck.

August 7, 1847 Mr. and Mrs. Billings came by for a visit today near Chimney Rock; had a very nice chat.

August 8, 1847 Happened upon a fresh grave near Scotts Bluff. A reminder of the hazards we all face on the this journey. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We did not have any luck.

August 9, 1847 Rested the animals near Robidoux Pass.

August 12, 1847 Played cards with Mr. Tillman today while nooning near Laramie River. I suspect he cheats. Given the price, we will take the ferry. Reached another prominent landmark today: Fort John. Purchased 3 10-lb. sacks of cornmeal, 30 pounds of ham.

August 13, 1847 Happened upon a fresh grave near Register Cliff. A reminder of the hazards we all face on the this journey.

August 17, 1847 Today I saw Ayers Natural Bridge. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 78 pounds of meat. I just got bitten by a wild animal. We're going to treat with an antiseptic.

August 19, 1847 Terrible fog during the early part of the day. We chose to slow down.

August 20, 1847 Misplaced my guidebook at North Platte River today. Luckily we found it before leaving. Decided to take advantage of the ferry. Reached Mormon Ferry Trading Post. Purchased 2 5-lb. tins of biscuits, 2 5-lb. slabs of lard.

August 21, 1847 Had a bit of a run-in with another wagon party today near Emigrant Gap, but we patched up our differences before nightfall.

August 22, 1847 Our expectations of reaching Willow Springs were fulfilled this day.

August 23, 1847 We saw a small party of coyotes today, just a mile or so west of Independence Rock. There was a wedding in camp today not far from Devil’s Gate. A joyous occasion in the wilderness!

August 25, 1847 There was a wedding in camp today not far from Split Rock. A joyous occasion in the wilderness! We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 97 pounds of meat.

August 26, 1847 The fog was awful this morning. We decided to slow down. Approached Three Crossings today. Some people in our wagon train are very tired of the journey. After much travail, we came to First Sweetwater River Crossing. Decided to ford the river.

August 27, 1847 Much grumbling today about Nick Tillman near Second Sweetwater River Crossing. Decided to ford the river. Saw Third Sweetwater River Crossing, sight is most reassuring. Fording the river looks to be our best option.

August 28, 1847 The eternal dust of the wagons ahead of us is most troublesome. We will slow down. Nooned late today not far from Ice Spring Slough.

August 29, 1847 Peggy came down with cholera. We've got to administer laudanum.

September 1, 1847 Saw a mountain lion not far from Final Sweetwater River Crossing. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 100 pounds of meat. Fording the river looks to be our best option.

September 4, 1847 Discovered that Maurice has alkali sickness. Seems best if we rest here awhile. Reached South Pass.

September 5, 1847 We rested a while not far from Pacific Springs.

September 6, 1847 As expected, we made it to Dry Sandy today.

September 7, 1847 Every day our journey comes closer to its end. Today we made it to “Parting of the Ways”.

September 9, 1847 Today we have traveled for 100 days.

September 10, 1847 We found some wild vegetables and decided to stop and gather vegetables. We gathered 32 pounds. Traveled past Green River this afternoon. Given the price, we will take the ferry.

September 12, 1847 Today we have traveled 1,000 miles! Misplaced my guidebook at Church Butte today. Luckily we found it before leaving.

September 13, 1847 In good spirits today; got as far as Name Rock.

September 14, 1847 Terrible fog during the early part of the day. We chose to slow down.

September 15, 1847 A thick fog rolled in today. Looks like we'll slow down. Saw some Indians in the distance not far from Fort Bridger. No incident, but some concern. Purchased 10 pounds of coffee beans, 5 10-lb. sacks of flour, 2 4-oz. bottles of iodine, 2 8-oz. bottles of pepper, 3 20-lb. sacks of potatoes, 3 20-lb. sacks of rice, 2 10-lb. sacks of salt, 2 10-lb. sacks of sugar, 1 gallon jug of whiskey.

September 19, 1847 Reached another prominent landmark today: Grave Spring.

September 21, 1847 Our path was blocked by fallen rocks on the trail. We decided to continue over the obstruction. Peggy has suffered some cuts and abrasions. We'll clean and dress the wounds.

September 22, 1847 Peggy has cuts and abrasions. We're going to treat with an antiseptic.

September 23, 1847 We saw a small party of coyotes today, just a mile or so west of West End of the Sublette Cutoff.

September 26, 1847 I just learned that [name] [have/has] an infection. Ie decided to apply antiseptic to wound. Peggy has an infection, and we're hoping to clean and dress wound.

September 27, 1847 Terrible fog during the early part of the day. We chose to wait for conditions to improve.

September 28, 1847 Broke a wagon axle today. We will have to try to repair it. We were successful. We found an abandoned wagon. We decided to search it for something useful. We found: 1 rocking chair; 1 12-oz. bottle of epsom salts; 1 16-oz. jar of molasses. The mosquitoes have become quite troublesome. We hope to continue.

September 29, 1847 Much grumbling today about Nick Tillman near Thomas Fork. Caulk the wagon and float it across, that is the way to go.

September 30, 1847 It was extremely foggy early today. We figured it was best to slow down.

October 1, 1847 A very sad day, Peggy has died. We will provide a proper burial. The dust from other wagons has gotten bad. We decided to slow down.

October 4, 1847 We came across an abandoned wagon and decided to search it for something useful. We found: 1 30-yard spool of mending yarn; 1 coffee pot. Mr. and Mrs. Billings came by for a visit today near Soda Springs; had a very nice chat.

October 5, 1847 The trail brought us to Sheep Rock today.

October 13, 1847 Saw an empty wagon abandoned on the trail today near Fort Hall. If it could talk, what stories it might tell! Purchased 2 5-lb. tins of biscuits, 2 10-lb. sacks of cornmeal, 1 10-lb. sack of flour.

October 15, 1847 Arrived at American Falls today.

October 17, 1847 Reached Raft River. Decided to ford the river.

October 18, 1847 Saw a small, foul-looking pool of water near California Trail Junction. Could be poison; I prevented our animals from drinking it.

October 20, 1847 The other wagons are churning up thick dust. We're going to slow down.

October 24, 1847 Rested for a time near Caldron Linn.

October 26, 1847 Broke a wagon axle today. We will have to try to repair it. We were unable to make the repair. We were able to replace it from supplies.

October 27, 1847 Duststorm today. We hope for rain. For the time being, we'll slow down.

October 29, 1847 We tipped the wagon and lost 21 pounds of bacon; 1 4-oz. bottle of iodine; 8 pounds of pemmican; 1 30-foot length of rope; and various other items. Traveled past Rock Creek this afternoon. Decided to ford the river.

November 1, 1847 Today we saw Kanaka Rapids. How sublime it appears by moonlight. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 135 pounds of meat.

November 2, 1847 After much travail, we came to Thousand Springs. Today our labors were rewarded with the sight of Upper Salmon Falls.

November 3, 1847 One of the oxen got injured, and we're trying to slow down.

November 5, 1847 Spotted a group of strangers. We decided to wait to see what they do. They approached us and we talked.

November 6, 1847 Commenced early today; saw Three Islands. We rested a while not far from Snake River. Fording the river looks to be our best option.

November 8, 1847 Mr. Tillman claims it's the Oregon Territory up ahead, but the guidebook says it's Hot Springs.

November 10, 1847 Sang and told stories around the noon campfire near Register Rock. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 179 pounds of meat.

November 12, 1847 Nooned at Bonneville Point.

November 22, 1847 The weather turned very cold, and I decided to continue as usual.

November 23, 1847 Today our eyes were greeted with the sight of Fort Boise. Passed some time near Final Snake River Crossing. Not much else to do, but cross our fingers, and hope the ice holds.

November 24, 1847 Every day our journey comes closer to its end. Today we made it to East Cow Hollow. Found a clean, well-formed ox skull a short ways from Lytle Pass; tempted to take it with me, but decided against it.

November 25, 1847 Near Malheur River, had a wagon train meeting to discuss our current circumstances. Not much else to do, but cross our fingers, and hope the ice holds.

November 27, 1847 It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual.

November 28, 1847 Arrived at Farewell Bend, despite some “help” from Nicholas J. Tillman.

November 30, 1847 The trail brought us to Burnt River Canyon today.

December 4, 1847 Stopped at noon near Flagstaff Hill and rested from our morning’s labors.

December 7, 1847 It was extremely foggy early today. We figured it was best to slow down.

December 8, 1847 We tipped the wagon and lost 1 5-lb. sack of dried fruit; 1 4-oz. bottle of laudanum; 1 10-bar box of soap; 3 pounds of salted meat; and various other items.

December 9, 1847 Saw Grande Ronde River today. Fording the river looks to be our best option.

December 10, 1847 It was extremely foggy early today. We figured it was best to slow down.

December 13, 1847 Today we reached Emigrant Springs.

December 14, 1847 Saw Deadman Pass today.

December 15, 1847 It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual. It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual. We tipped the wagon and lost 1 5-lb. sack of dried fruit; 2 5-lb. sacks of dried vegetables; 8 pounds of pemmican; 2 5-lb. tins of preserved potatoes; and various other items.

December 16, 1847 It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual. Today came to Doe Canyon.

December 18, 1847 We have been traveling for 200 days, today. Will we never arrive?

December 19, 1847 Today we saw Whitman Mission Ruins. How sublime it appears by moonlight. Traded 2 dollars for 5 5-lb. sacks of dried vegetables. Traded 1 10-lb. sack of sugar for 10 5-lb. sacks of dried fruit.

December 20, 1847 Our wagon tongue broke, and we decided to try to repair it. We were unable to make the repair. We were able to replace it from supplies.

December 21, 1847 With such cold weather, Maurice has frostbite. At this time, I will gradually warm affected area.

December 23, 1847 The weather turned very cold, and I decided to continue as usual. Reached Fort Walla Walla about noon--about time! Purchased 4 pounds of coffee beans, 4 10-lb. sacks of cornmeal. Traded 26 pounds of salted meat for 10 pounds of bacon. Traded 1 pocket watch for 1 20-lb. sack of potatoes. Traded 1 spare wagon wheel for 10 pounds of cheese.

December 24, 1847 It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual.

December 25, 1847 It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual. One of our wagon wheels broke. We have to try to repair it. We were unable to make the repair. We were able to replace it from supplies.

December 26, 1847 The weather turned very cold, and I decided to continue as usual.

December 27, 1847 The animals are exhausted and can't continue. I've decided to double-team the animals.

December 29, 1847 Stopped near Trail Junction at the Umatilla River for a while.

January 1, 1848 Maurice came down with a bad cold, and I decided to increase fluid intake.

January 2, 1848 Traded 2 oxen for 1 spare wagon wheel.

January 3, 1848 Broke a wagon wheel today. We will trade for a replacement.

January 5, 1848 A thick fog rolled in today. Looks like we'll slow down. Saw some Indians in the distance not far from Echo Meadows. No incident, but some concern.

January 8, 1848 The animals are so exhausted they can't continue. We plan to double-team the animals.

January 10, 1848 Broke a wagon wheel today. We will try to repair it. We were successful.

January 13, 1848 Sore feet today, but I'll manage. Saw Four Mile Canyon. We stopped along the trail to hunt. We obtained 3 pounds of meat.

January 16, 1848 Mr. and Mrs. Billings came by for a visit today near McDonald Ford of the John Day River; had a very nice chat. The ice looks like it will hold the wagon… So across we go.

January 18, 1848 With such cold weather, Emilio has frostbite. At this time, I will gradually warm affected area. It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual.

January 19, 1848 It is mighty cold today. We’re going to continue as usual. Played cards with Mr. Tillman today while nooning near Biggs Junction. I suspect he cheats.

January 20, 1848 Today we passed Deschutes River. The ice looks like it will hold the wagon… So across we go. We tipped the wagon and lost 2 boxes of 20 bullets; 1 10-lb. sack of dried beans; 1 5-lb. sack of dried fruit; 3 pounds of pemmican; and various other items.

January 22, 1848 After some concern that we were lost, we saw The Dalles in the distance. Leslie died

[beatrice-babe]

man, you know what Gravity Falls potential plot device we just don’t pay enough attention to?

the Truth Teeth

everyone (and me, especially me) took one look at time travel and went “perfect, Timestuck AU for everyone, here we go” but like

fam

we have essentially Veritaserum as a silver bullet to a plethora of problems. which also create their own problems because oh fuck you weren’t supposed to know that

so like. i’m just saying. Truth Teeth