#bill lives

[kenntherat]

I was watching the new Ducktales when I NOTICED SOMETHING WEIRD!

[yoru-no-requiem]

(well thanks to Cherish mun, now I know XD)

[ivebeeninsideyourmindsixer]

I wanted to post my little writing I did based on a video I saw. I hope you guys enjoy!! Let me know what you think!!

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September 28th, 2018

He’s back. I know he is.

Let me rewind. It’s been 6 years since we first set foot in Gravity Falls, Oregon. My sister and I were 12 years old, and we’d been sent to spent the summer with our Grunkle Stan. Mabel and I thought we’d spend the time sitting by a lake, or climbing trees in the woods. She swore she’d find true love, and I swore I’d find out how to talk to people, how to make friends. Instead, we went toe to toe with a monster on par with the devil himself, and learned that nothing is ever what it seems. It took the entire town of Gravity Falls to stop him, and along the way I learned things I never knew I’d learn. This journal claims that I should trust no one, but that summer showed me that my family would always have my back, no matter what.

Bill Cipher came terrifyingly close to destroying Gravity Falls that Summer, and would’ve undoubtedly taken the entire planet with it had it not been for the harrowing sacrifice my Grunkle Stan made. Bill Cipher was turned to stone, and every summer when Mabel and I have visited our friends in Gravity Falls, I have checked to ensure that stone figure still sits semi-submerged in the soil deep in the woods behind the mystery shack.

But just this past summer, right before we returned to Piedmont, I checked him one last time. Mabel calls me paranoid for my insistence to make sure he’s where he’s supposed to be, but I have good reason. My nightmares still haven’t stopped, and I know Mabel’s hasn’t either. Even Pacifica Northwest texts me in the middle of the night, because I’m the only one she knows will still be awake, and knows it’s for the same exact reason.

There he sat, foreboding as ever, but something was wrong. I couldn’t figure it out, but something had shifted. The forest had been silent for the first time in a long time, and the air felt static. I’d tasted almost a coppery taste in my mouth, very suddenly nauseous and anxious, but I ignored it, running to meet Mabel by the bus.

It wasn’t until we’d finally gotten home and in bed that I realized the last time I hadn’t heard a sound in the forest was when Bill had been alive. I could recall my Grunkle Ford muttering that even the animals knew how dangerous he was.

That was three weeks ago, and I know I’ve been scaring Mabel. Barely sleeping or eating, I know I’ve been running myself into the ground, but all I can do is research on the latest happenings in that small town, and search desperately for a way that he somehow could’ve survived. I can’t let him return. He nearly took my entire family from me.

I won’t let him return.

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[saiyanqueenreads]

I had a Frodo Lives sweatshirt that I wore for almost 10 years.  It got really ratty, but I loved it.  So when I moved to Vietnam I finally allowed myself to retire it.  But I’m back in Minnesota and it’s getting cold so... guess who needed a new hoodie?  This gal!

So I got a pretty damn cool late birthday present tonight! My buddy has photoshop, a plotter, and a heat press machine.  He’s always making shirts, jackets, and vinyl decals for cars and laptops.

The sentiment of Frodo Lives seems like something that we can apply to Bill. After all, what REALLY happened to Bill....?

[duckbehindthewheel]

Bill lives.

So, I've watched the finale. Now that I've snapped out of the mental coma that enshrouded me upon watching MY OWN DEATH, here's how I feel. I knew Bill was gonna die. I tried to be cute about his demise (baby jail is a fate worse than death), but I knew he'd be UNDONE. But to the end, he was me. Animated, sardonic, musical, and so dapper he prioritizes his bow tie over an attack. I've never get closer to a fictional character, which begs the question...how did I feel when he got the boot? During the old switcheroo, I was indignant. Those watching with me heard my very real reactions toward getting screwed over, INCLUDING the scene when Ford said "You're insane, blahbahblah" to Bill, several seconds before Bill said it, I was shouting "I'M INSANE EITHER WAY." Word for word, I have a group of people with proof. I hadn't seen any spoilers at the Time. Watching the screaming, writhing death of a villain this big, this important to my psyche, that was traumatizing. But so good. I am a transboy who spent his life in theatre struggling for male roles, let alone villains, & to this day, I have never been cast. But Bill isn't just my dream role, Bill is who I am. @shmalexsmirsch, I know you won't see this, but this tiny little boy here? He wants to be Bill. I'm talking Disneyland, live shows, panels, another attempt at world domination, the works. I'm a dapper little scrap who wants to think he's too big for the little saline puddle you call an Earth. And I will never stop working for that dream. I am not cosplaying anything but Bill in his various incarnations for the rest of my life. I'm taking voice acting requests, song requests (I am COMPOSING A FULL LENGTH COVER OF THAT DITTY OF HIS IN THE FINALE, THAT IS HOW I MUSIC, FOR GLOBNAR'S SAKE!!), and everything in between. I'm cosplaying all iterations & I'm going to as many cosplay meetups in Cali as I can. I hope to Christ I can get all of your support on this. All my life, I've wanted to find out who I am, & this is him. This is us. I know it's crazy, but I'm doing it while I'm still a little demon with big dreams. And for those of you thinking he's straight up dead...BILL LIVES. If you think you can take a dream demon out of your head and keep your memories?! Sorry, can't have your cake and eat it, too! And keeping my physical form out there to literally push up daisies? You can't keep this shit down! I live, oh, I LIVE. A few miscellaneous thoughts I couldn't organize into the above drabble: I also cried during Stan's memory loss because I have a 78 year old father who is facing that soon enough and it is not okay. But family. Family is what is needed. (See? I root for the good guys. Sometimes.) I thought I would step away from this episode thinking what I thought going in, it could stand another season. But they wrapped everything up that needed to be wrapped up. Odds and ends exist, but I have full closure on everything I needed it on. And I am grateful. I just want to end this by saying thank you to everyone in the fandom, who worked on the show, and the GF con friends I made. I am a completely whole person now, and I have never reacted to a cartoon with this much significance in my entire life. This is insane, but I'm insane either way. And this fandom is definitely not over. So come at me with your deepest Bill desires. I'm considering just merging this blog with my @askbillcipherstuff blog, but it could get cluttered real quick, so for the time being, perhaps demand Bill things from me there. We'll see how it goes. Amd before you fret, you are never a bother. I'm never giving up on this part of me. Summer doesn't have to end when you can MAKE TIME STOP FOREVER. Sincerely, Jack

[calypsolemon]

okay but it's the 1st of october and the first new page on searchfortheblindeye is up and you mean to tell me the government shutdown has nothing to do with that???