[[SHOUTS] OK BUT BILL INTENTIONALLY LEAVING FORD SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED WITH WET DREAMS AND POSSESSING HIS BODY WHEN FORD IS DOING SOMETHING IMPORTANT BECAUSE CONSENSUAL POSSESSION IS FUCKING INTIMATE TO THEM AND BILL LEAVING FORD SHAKING AND
“To put your hand in fire and not get burned… this is a feeling like no other.”
((arrives two years late to the billford party with a playlist that strives for the perfect balance between pop and drama for this beautiful dumpster fire of a ship))
“UNTIL THE END OF TIME,” Bill says, and Ford echoes the words, the truth of them spinning his head, turning his thoughts, making him giddy with the weightless ease of it all. Bill’s hand is warm and, though Ford knows this is a dream, reassuringly solid in his grip. The azure flames licking around their clasped hands are like a warm breath from a roaring blaze in a sheltered hearth, like a hot wind across a tropical beach. Like an embrace. The feeling seems to burrow down inside him, filling him up with swelling warmth.
“Until the end of time.”
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The sores first start showing up a few weeks into building the portal. Small and round and reddish, slightly raised, like little pinpricks or insect stings. Ford thinks they’re acne, at first, dots toothpaste on the ones on his cheek and gets back to work.
There’s a lot of work. The portal is – is like nothing the world has ever seen, is nothing the world has ever seen. It will be entirely unique, something truly novel in a history full of cycles and mirrors and repetitions. It will be a masterwork, in the true historical sense of the word – if he can complete this portal, it will prove that Ford has learned all there is to learn in his chosen field, that he is finally worthy of the title of ‘master’. That he is worthy of his muse’s attentions.
I strongly headcanon that Stanford is covered in Bill tribute tattoos from his past and he wears turtlenecks to hide them. He burned the eyes off to stop Bill from being able to see through them.
I KNOW WE’LL MEET AGAIN WAS A REFERENCE TO DR. STRANGELOVE
AND THERE WAS NO REAL IMPLICATION OF A CONNECTION BETWEEN BILL AND/OR FORD AND VERA LYNN’S MUSIC
WELL PARDON ME BUT GOD DAMN I AM LOCKED IN A CAGE OF BILLFORD FEELS
*takes a few breaths to calm down*
Okay, so it’s my first day of vacation, and I’ve been chilling on my balcony, sunbathing and needle felting and eating strawberries and blasting Vera Lynn because reasons. I’ve never listened this far into her work, and I just… man, there’s so much Billford in this stuff
Like. First of all, a recurring theme in Lynn’s songs is old love, in two different meanings: bittersweet (but mostly sweet) past love, and old people in love. Both of these themes go hand in hand with Ford’s relationship with Bill, if we assume a scenario where he’s able to acknowledge – at least to himself, the affection he had, and possibly still has for Bill.
I MEAN ASGFJFGFKDN. It just makes my poor angsty fluff-loving shipper heart explode!! The idea of Ford, as he grows older, allowing himself to love Bill, or at least the memory of him, despite a whole load of everything that by all logic should go against it. I am sobbing on the floor and I will never get back on my feet again send help
I also got a good chuckle out of this part in As Time Goes By (it’s not an original Lynn song but who cares, her cover is amazing):
“third dimension” like what business does that line have to be in there lol how exactly was 3D a new thing in the early 20th century
but yeah Ford you need to get down to earth and chillax and stop thinking science all the time (I might or might not be referring to one particular scene in Blood Chains hehehe)
now excuse me I must go buy fresh tomates for my summer vacationy tomato soup
Bordapanic fo rrel 