I Love This Billford Baby. No One Knows Where It Came From. They Dont Know How It Was Conceived. It Speaks

HAPPY EASTER HUMANS. REMEMBER TO BREAK INTO YOUR LOCAL CAFETERIA AND PELT AS MANY PEOPLE YOU SEE WITH EGGS SCREAMING YOUR FAVORITE UNHOLY TUNE AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS UNTIL THE GUARDS COME TACKLE YOU TO THE GROUND.

grandpa STUNS audience with homoerotic performance

Imagine post-therapy Bill being assigned by the cosmic forces to stay with you for reasons unknown.... I have this specific scene in my head where you sit outside in the middle of a midnight snow storm and the wind is whipping but the snowflakes are huge and puffy and somehow everything seems calm in the middle of all this chaos and-

He turns to look at you, half buried in snow and under all your layers, the snowflakes lulling to flutter down gently around you... And usually his first bubbling instinct would be to flip a gasket and ruin any semblance of... whatever this sappy nonsense is, but there's something in him, painful and fresh, and yet desperately longing, There's such an innocence to all this, an innocence that seems accidental and should be inconsequential, but... It reminds him of him. Small, wide eyed, blearily looking up at the unbridled beauty that was the stars above. It still hurts, it aches and stabs and you're here looking too, and there's someone here who sees this that isn't him and finally, finally he's not alone in this and-

He tears up, and you don't see.

more of the sillies :D

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Rating: SFW

Type: One-shot

Tags: Ford Pines x Reader, Young Ford Pines, Fluff, Female Reader, Reader is a flirt, confident reader, Forced Proximity, First Kiss, Kissing, No use of y/n, Teasing

Word Count: 3,274

It started raining.

Ford, who had been entirely lost in thought prior to this, looked up at the sky with a look of pure shock as the first drops fell on his head. Very quickly after that, the rain began pelting the two of you, falling down hard from the dreary gray clouds blocking out the sun.

“Oh dear,” he said, frowning up at the offending clouds. “Well, I suppose we should try to find cover and wait out the storm. I believe I saw a cliffside near here; there may be some alcoves we can—”

Before he had begun speaking, you were already reaching into the messenger bag on your hip and pulling out an umbrella. He stopped short when you deployed it.

“Oh.” He cleared his throat, looking a little embarrassed. “Well, I suppose that will… work just as well.”

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Header style inspired by @/stupidlittlespirit btw. It is so neat and I love it, and you should go check out their fics

Don't ask what this school assignment is for

Computer Bill has my whole heart I love that thing

💫If only I can hear it one last time… 🎶✨

Also here's the drawings Bill made

⚠️ PLAY TO WIN ⚠️

A big thanks to the wonderful @mushroomstairs for coding & lettering the instruction panels! Here are some closeups and the the pinball design flats-

you know what??? mullet!Stan is the type of boyfriend who, if you ever shower together, will use every single one of ur fancy little bottles. shampoo, conditioner, body scrub, face masks, serum, etc. gosh he doesn't even know what half of them do, but he's using them!! and you cannot say a word because poor dude has been using shitty motel soap and car grease for years. let him enjoy his little spa day !!