Oh my god, in last night’s Bob’s Burgers, Bob takes Gene to a laser light rock show at the planetarium (super important to Bob, because it was his favorite when he was a teenager, and this is the last night before they’re closing the exhibit because it’s old and no one goes anymore, also it’s Bob’s birthday), and Gene has no idea what he’s in for, but he gets pumped for it anyway ‘cause Bob’s so excited about it, and finally they get in there and they’re watching it, and Gene has a sensory overload and kinda starts freaking out ‘cause he can’t handle it, so Bob takes him out and they sit in the car for a bit. Gene’s angry because Bob didn’t tell him it would be so loud and scary, so Bob offers to play the album for Gene at a normal volume, and Gene starts to enjoy it, so he reclines the seats, takes out the cigarette lighter, tells Gene to pretend it’s a laser, and starts drawing in the air, explaining the plot to him (it’s like a full on Pink Floyd or Rush-esque rock opera about a bunch of robot overlords telling rockers that they can’t play music anymore, and one Rebel rising against them). Gene gets really into it and decides he wants to see the finale of the laser show (which Bob regards as a life-changing experience), so they sneak back into the planetarium (there’s no re-entry allowed) with a few tricks that parallel the story from the album, and watch the climax of the show together (Bob fashions some earplugs for Gene out of a napkin). On the way home, Bob’s asking Gene how he liked it, and Gene says “I loved it!”, Bob asks him to speak louder ‘cause his ear’s are shot, and Gene yells, “I LOVED IT, DAD”. Bob yells back “I love you too, Gene”.
I FUCKING!!! CAN’T!!! DEAL!!!! WITH HOW GOOD THIS SHOW IS!!! I know i don’t talk about Bob’s Burgers a lot but this show is flawless and charming and gross and funny all at the same time, the characters are written like people with actual fears and anxieties, and unlike a lot of comparable shows, the comedy doesn’t come from the family being pitted against each other, it’s always the family against the world… I love it, I love it, it’s so pure and refreshing and still somehow manages to be funny without sacrificing it’s heart, and I fuckin’ love it, please watch Bob’s Burgers holy CRAP okay I’m done.
“Sweetheart?” Harry closed the fridge door, a frown etched on his face, “Do you know what happened to the rest of that takeaway I brought home the other night?” I look up from my book at Harry, “I ate it all.” He stares at me, “When?” “I had it for lunch today, I’m sorry babe, I should’ve asked.” He’s still staring at me with that look on his face that he gets when he’s trying to figure out the right chord for a song or switch out a word in a lyric for a better one, “Why are you looking at me like that?” “I just… There was so much food in there, love, you ate it all in one sitting?” My mouth gaped open, “Are you judging me for how much I ate? You’re always the one telling me I should eat more and—“ “Hey, hey, no, of course I’m not… Are you alright, though? Just seems… not like you and you ate peas the other day with dinner even though you hate peas and you’ve just been… Something’s off. Are you on your period or something?” I laughed, “Something’s off about me and you automatically assume I’m on my period? What kind of—“ But I stop mid sentence and the grin falls off my face. “Love? What is it?” “Oh my God.” I say softly and then I’m running to our bedroom, Harry calling my name after me as he tries to keep up. I’m digging through my purse when he finally gets here, struggling to find my birth control pack. “What’s the matter?” Harry says again, watching me from the doorway. I wordlessly pull out the pack and inspect it. I was right. I’d missed my period for the second time in a row. I didn’t think anything of it the first time because it happened sometimes, sometimes I just didn’t get it. But never twice in a row. Harry says my name again, growing annoyed and anxious. Now that I thought about it I remembered missing a couple pills the month before the first time I missed, but I hadn’t thought anything of it, I’d done that before and we’d always been fine. We’d always been fine… But now… “I missed my period.” I said softly, “For the second time.” I look up at him from where I’m sitting on the carpet, eyes wide, wondering how he’s going to take this because I myself am unsure how to react and I need his sureness, his comforting tone to assure me it’s okay. “But… but that doesn’t mean anything, yeah? Because you’re on the pill?” I shook my head, “Could mean nothing, but, I… You’re right, I’ve been eating differently, I’ve thrown up a couple times—“ “You threw up and you didn’t tell me? You didn’t think something was up?” “I just thought… I thought I ate some bad chicken or…. Fuck, fuck, I’m so fucking stupid.” “You’re not stupid, love.” He sat down next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “We should go get a pregnancy test, yeah?” When I looked at him though, he was looking at my stomach with a small smile on his face. “What are you smiling about?” “Well, I mean…” He moved so he was kneeling in front of me, pressing his hands to my abdomen, “What if… there’s a little baby in there that’s a bit of both of us? I mean, yeah, being a father now… scares me, but,” He shook his head, “That’s our baby in there, isn’t it?” His eyes started shining and he looked up at me, “And you… you would be a great mum.” “Harry, I’m scared.” “I know.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me all over, starting at my forehead, to my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, and finally my mouth, “But we’ll do this together. Come on.” He lightly tugs on my hand and I hang on his arm as we walk to the car, wanting to be as close to him as possible, his presence comforting to me. An hour later Harry’s pacing and I’m sitting on the floor with the peed-on stick in my hand. “H, stop that, you’re making me nervous.” “Sorry.” He murmurs and sits next to me. “Are you sure that if… If this is positive, are you sure you’re ready for that?” “I don’t think you’re ever ready for something like this, but I’m willing to jump if you are.” I smiled and leaned in to kiss him, thoughts of cribs and diapers and bottles and starting a family with this man flitted around my brain. The alarm on my phone when off and I jumped away from Harry to look at the test, not even pausing to turn off the alarm. “Well?” Harry asked, the anticipation in his voice was prominent. I started smiling, “I guess we’re jumping.” He immediately enveloped me in his arms, the only sound was the both of us crying and laughing and yelling, Harry kissing me all over my face and then down to my stomach. “Thank you.” He whispered against my stomach and then brought his face up to mine, “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” I smiled, wiping a tear from his cheek with my thumb, “Me neither.“
My grandparents went out today and I slept in. When they came back from their errands I greeted them and they brought me Lunch- my favourite meal from the restaurant they went to. I damn near cried it made me so happy.
The struggle of wanting a new icon but knowing you’ll never get around to actually making one. For some reason making an original icon has always been super challenging for me like?? It’s just a mini picture on your page??? Why are you making this so difficult??