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.

kagua321  asked:

How would the characters cope in hells kitchen

Mikasa: No problem, would just win
Reiner: Laughs at Grodon Ramsey for years
Bertholdt: Cries and goes home after one mistake
Annie: Why the fuck is this old man yelling at me? I’m going home 
Eren: Immediately take the commands he’s given, sometimes maybe too literally
Jean: Side-eye Ramsey and do his thing until lashing out at him for being a massive dick
Marco: Doesn’t feel comfortable in such an aggressive environment, goes home
Connie: Oh my god what is happening?!?! Embodiment of the Mr Krabs meme
Historia: Let’s the old dude yell at her and just kills him in his head, over and over again
Armin: Keeps trying to not make mistakes, cause he’s scared, leading to him making mistakes
Ymir: Doesn’t even show up there, cause she knows what’s good for her
Levi: Ramsey wants to yell at him, but he just can’t
Hanji: Almost kills Ramsey with the cooking, goes home
Erwin: Constantly talks back on Ramsey until that dude doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore
Mike: Whenever Ramsey says something just replies with ‘no’
Moblit: Is used to the stress and does pretty well actually 

societyslostone  asked:

I ship both Lancelot and Shance soo, how's about Lotor manipulated(somehow) Lance to be absolutely terrified of Shiro(like true fear of the man). And I want a happy ending.(please? *puppy eyes*)

Wheezes oh my god yes, I don’t know about Lotor all that well (I generally avoid anything with him in it bc the stuff can get kinda…..well-) but I’d love to try this idea!!!!!
Shiro felt like crying for the first time in two years. The panicked, fearful look on Lance’s face when they arrived to rescue him from Lotor’s clutches practically shattered his heart. Lance was screaming at Shiro to get away from him, curling up into a tight, trembling little ball of cuts and bruises and sobbing fearfully as Shiro tried approaching him.
Pidge and Hunk had to carry him out, while Shiro followed at a distance. He had a sinking feeling he knew what Lotor had done to make Lance react to violently to Shiro’s presence.
Sure enough, once Lance was tucked away into a healing pod, Pidge showed them the recordings of Lance being interrogated. Lotor had changed into Shiro, his half Altean side allowing the transformation, and tortured him, taunting him and asking how it felt to be beaten by your hero. Shiro felt disgusted. Not only by Lotor but of himself, if this is what Lance had to go through.
Shiro didn’t know what else to do, how else to fix this, so he stayed away. An entire week of avoiding Lance. It hurt, more than it should have, but he firmly told himself it was better this way. Lance wouldn’t suffer if he wasn’t around to remind him of what he’d gone through. He would stay away, for Lance.
“Shiro, nobody sees you around as much anymore.” Shiro looked up at Keith, blinking tiredly. He’d had another nightmare last night, this one about that Not-Him hurting Lance while he watched. “Hmm?” He hummed curiously, and Keith sighed. “Even…even Lance has started asking about you. Where you’ve been and why he hasn’t seen you anywhere.” Shiro flinched visibly, suddenly a bit more awake than earlier. Keith’s eyes softened. “Oh. I see. This is because of that video, isn’t it? You’re afraid of reminding him.” Keith muttered, setting a hand on Shiro’s shoulder where he was currently sitting at the table.
“Keith, you should have seen him when we found him. He was so happy to see Pidge and Hunk…and then he saw me and freaked out. He was terrified of me! I- I never want to see him that scared ever again, especially because of me-” Keith cut him off right there. “No, Shiro it is not your fault, it’s Lotor’s. Lance knows this, he was just out of it from the dehydration and the lack of good food, he knows it was really you and not the fake one. If you’d just talk to him-
Shiro shook his head. “Just- In a while, Keith. I still can’t- That look he gave me back then, it’s stuck in my head.” He muttered, pressing his face into his palms and focusing on his breathing, the hand on his shoulder grounding him a little further. Keith sighed. “Well, you’d better figure out something sooner or later. The team is all broken up like this, we can’t exactly form Voltron in this state.”
“I know…” Shiro huffed, confused and upset and very, very tired.
“Sooner or later…”
I am evil, I am tired, but if you ask nicely I’ll make a part two ;) (I woke up too early asdfghjkl-)
Edit: Here’s part two! :3

Another Writer

Word Count; 1805

A/N: hope you enjoy this! My laptop crashed once again and I lost my freaking request list, I really have to start writing that down on paper oh my god. Much love guys ️<3

Originally posted by marorra

(^^ Betty is hella me oh my god hes handsome and hot and *incomprehensible muttering and heavy breathing* okay back to your paid programming lol)


     Sitting next to a boy who spends all his time writing is a little intimidating to a girl who also writes, although he doesn’t know. He concentrates so hard on the screen in front of him he doesn’t notice the clicking of my keyboard. I don’t write as much as him granted, mostly because he has a broad and interesting subject to write about. He has something to say that most people want to hear. Me on the other hand, not so much. I have a subject that is more personal, and outside of the public’s interest, my muse is more personal. The boy whom I sit next to while he writes will never know of my writings because he is the muse, and I can’t bear the thought of him finding out.

    Often, I watch him while he is busy at work, his brows furrowed in concentration. The screen illuminating his face, bringing some light into his blue eyes that the dim lighting of the diner tries to hide. I notice the small things, the way he bites his lip, the small sighs he lets out when he is stuck, the way his eyes dart across the screen repeatedly while he reads and proof-reads and double proof-reads his work. His little curls that poke out of his crown-shaped beanie and how they fall over his face, the small smirk that comes across his face when he is proud of what he’s written, and how he’ll always celebrate with another milkshake, usually courtesy of me because I always offer.

    I notice the flash of unsureness when I offer to buy his milkshake, he seems to get uncomfortable and feel bad when people buy things for him, but I insist. I notice we have the same conversation every time it happens, he gets his proud little smirk and I smile up from my own screen and laugh. “Did you like what you read?” I’ll ask, and that’s when his gaze captures mine. “I sure did.” He’ll reply, standing from the booth quickly, almost as if he’s trying to beat me up because he also knows what’s coming. “Oh, no you don’t, milkshake is on me.” And there’s the flash of unsureness I was talking about. “You don’t have to do that Y/N, I can buy my own milkshakes.” He’ll try to argue, but I’m stubborn. You’d think he’d learn not to try to fight with me on things like this, I stand my ground and I don’t ever give up. Although I admire his own persistence too, we are both stubborn I guess and I quite enjoy our little quarrels on stupid things.

     "I don’t want you to spend a dime of your money on a milkshake, you’re not in the best situation.“ I’ll say, trying to coax him to let me just buy his milkshake, and he’ll chuckle. "You aren’t in the best situation to either.” I roll my eyes and make my way to the counter. “I’ll survive Juggie, sit down and I’ll take care of it.” I’ll call over my shoulder, and he’ll reluctantly sit. Day after day this happens, and day after day I buy him his milkshake.

    It may sound like I understand this boy like the back of my hand, and on most things I do, but I still get confused. I notice things about him that I can never sort out, but it’s mostly because of my own doing. I notice the way he smiles at me, it’s different from how he smiles towards others. To normal people, he just gives his signature smirk, but to me, especially when we are alone, I get a smile. I can never tell if it’s because I’m his best friend, or if it’s because he likes me more than he likes other people, I wonder if it’s because he may replicate my feelings I feel towards him.

    Sometimes he’ll pull me away from the group while we are at school and they are all doing something the both of us don’t like, or just when he doesn’t think they’ll notice. He’ll grab my hand and take me to the Blue and Golds office, an empty classroom, or we’ll just leave school all together and go to Pops. Most of the time he’ll pull his laptop out once we are alone and he’ll start to write, making very small talk. Once I asked why it’s only when he is alone with me he said “I only write when I’m around you because you’re quiet and don’t ask me too many questions. Anyways, I like spending time with you.” That was all the answer I needed, but it still confused me in some way. Why doesn’t he like spending time like this with anyone else?

    Other times when he pulls me away, we’ll talk and catch up, or when the Drive In was still around, we’d watch movies. It didn’t matter which one we did, he’d still do the same thing, he’ll sit real close to me, and place his hand incredibly close to mine, although I’m sure it is just on accident. He’ll tell me what’s going on in his life, and I’ll sit there and happily and attentively listen. I’m always there for him when he wants to vent. I’ll tell him about my life, which mostly consists of hardships and he will do the same as I do for him. And without fail, he always places a protective arm around me, pulling me close into him which never fails to make me feel better.

    “Y/N? Earth to Y/N!” a voice called, pulling me out of my trance. I looked up wide-eyed at Jughead and he chuckled. “You alright?” he asked.

    “Yeah, of course. Are you?” I asked, and he nodded.

    “Yeah. I’m great.” he smiled, looking down at his screen.

    “Did you like what you read?” I asked, and he nodded slightly.

    “I sure did.” He said, quickly sliding out of his booth to stand up, but I was faster. I stood in front of his seat and pushed him back down into the seat, smirking down at him.

    “Oh no you don’t, milkshake is on me.” I stated happily.

    “You don’t have to do that Y/N, I can buy my own milkshakes.” He tried to gently argue, but I rolled my eyes and put my hand on my hip.

    “I don’t want you to spend a dime of your money on a milkshake, you’re not in the best situation.” I argue back and he chuckles.

    “You aren’t in the best situation either.” He replies and I chuckle and roll my eyes again.

    “I’ll survive Juggie, sit back and I’ll take care of it.” I say, making my way to the counter. I order Jugheads milkshake and sit at the counter, waiting. It takes a few minutes, but I patiently sit there, scrolling through my phone. Just then a text from Veronica pops up on my screen and I push the notification, bringing me to my messages.

Veronica :) – Hey, where’d you and Jughead go, we still have 2 periods left, or are you guys going to skip those too?

    I laugh at the text and reply, letting her know that I didn’t think me and Jughead were going to make it back for the rest of our classes. I’m brought from my phone as Pops sets a chocolate milkshake down in front of me and I smile and thank him, handing him the money. I take the milkshake in my hand and climb down from the stool, turning to make my way back to the booth. I look over to Jughead, and my heart stops, he’s on my laptop. I quickly make my way over to the booth and slam the milkshake down on the table and reach for my laptop.

    “What are you doing Juggie? That’s mine!” I say, pulling my laptop from his eye sight and closing it.

    “I was just trying to see what you do while I write, but it looks like you do the same thing.” He says smugly. I can feel as my cheeks turned crimson red, and I stared down at the table, unable to look at the raven-haired boy in front of me.

    “Well you weren’t supposed to know I write.” I say, and he chuckles.

    “I’m aware, pretty sure I read that in your… what are you writing? Are you going to publish that into a book?” he asked, and I shrugged.

    “I- I don’t know.” I say, taking a seat on my side of the booth. Jughead just chuckled again and I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. “I just write random stuff while you write your novel. There’s a lot more than just that.”

    “Well, you’re very good at writing.” He said, and I smiled.

    “Thank you.” I reply, glancing at my laptop. The seat next to me dipped, and I felt a body near me. I turned and saw Jughead sitting by me, smiling smugly.

    “So, you like me, huh?” he asked and I hid my face him my hands, laughing slightly to myself. “Because it sounds like you do, quite a bit actually.” I feel as his arm wraps around my shoulders and he pulls me into him, and I hide my face in his chest. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Y/N.”

    “Says you, you didn’t just have your longtime crush read a short passage about how much you like them.” I mumble and I feel as he chuckled.

    “Touché.” he said, and it fell silent for a minute. “Will you look at me, please?” I slowly raised my head and looked up at Jughead. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” he asked.

    “I didn’t know how to.” I replied, and he rolled his eyes.

    “There’s a lot of ways you could have told me.” He said, looking sweetly down at me and I scoffed.

    “Its not just that easy.” I say and he nods, glancing down from my eyes to my lips, and then back to my eyes. Before I could register what was happening, I felt a pair of lips on mine, and I instinctively shut my eyes and kissed back. Jughead pulled away way too soon, and chuckled down at me.

    “That seemed easy enough.” He said, and I playfully smacked him on the shoulder.

    “Whatever Jug. If it was that easy, why didn’t you do that before?” I asked, and it was his turn to blush.

    “Again, touché.” he said, and I laughed, leaning into him again. He pulled his laptop around and started typing again, and I watched as words flew across the screen.

    “I’m really glad you read my story.” I mumbled, and he laughed.

    “I’m glad I did too.”

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Anabasis replies

Rather than reblogging my Anabasis snippet post multiple times with replies, I figured I’d do a single separate post, so here you go.

Since the snippet was spoilery, the replies are too, so here’s a cut just in case anyone is avoiding spoilers.

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anonymous asked:

what about starkquill? :D


listen I need me some Guardians giving Tony love and respecting him and thinking he’s just so good and doesn’t deserve the shit he gets and Tony trying to use as many metaphors as possible so he can laugh when Drax takes them literally, bonding with Rocket and Groot over building stuff and being sarcastic and Tony can undERSTAND GROOT WHEN HE SPEAKS BECAUSE HE UNDERSTANDS HIS BOTS and Gamora talking to Tony about weapons and Tony respecting the shit out of Gamora cuz you know that man loves a badass woman who don’t need no man isn’t afraid to kick a man’s ass and put him in his place



isaktangis  asked:

the only feud ill be accepting is when even sees yousef trying to get sana to like him but hes not doing it desperate enough and evens is disappointed and mad because he thought that his friend should have known better







ive-been-mistreated  asked:

alrighty, confession time... i used to watch treasure planet ridiculously often as a kid, but it wasn't until i rewatched like a year and a half ago that i realized... i also found silver attractive, and i thought i was completely alone too, oh my god XD i loved him so much, so charming and expressive and warmhearted :3

Isn’t he?! Like, his expressiveness is definitely one of the things that does it for me, he’s just so much fun to watch. He’s roguish and charming and though it’s a bit tarnished, his heart does have a good solid nugget of gold in it. 

Super Junior appreciation post

Let’s just look at how these “boys” (technically adults butttt…nah)  evolved to men shall we?

Kid Leeteuk

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Man Leeteuk

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Kid Heechul

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Man Heechul

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Kid Yesung

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Man Yesung

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Kid Kangin

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Man Kangin (tho he will claim he was always THE man)

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Kid Shindong

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Man Shindong

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Kid Sungmin

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Man Sungmin

Originally posted by lissachan504

Kid Eunhyuk (Ma ultimate love)

Originally posted by hyukk-jae

Man Eunhyuk (Also my ultimate love…just love him sooo much!)

Originally posted by kpophott

Kid Siwon

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Man Siwon

Originally posted by unvalley

Kid Donghae

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Man Donghae

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Kid Ryeowook

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Man Ryeowook

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Kid Kyuhyun

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Man Kyuhyun

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THESE MEN ARE MY LIFE!!!!! LOVE THEM SOOO MUCH! And lets’ be honest they are just as cute now as they were before….just a smudge sexier thats all!

I mean look at these dorks

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Originally posted by officialwonkyufan

Long story short I love them, and yes I love SJ-M and Kibum and Hanging too!! But I get sad when I think about the strife with them so that’s why I didn’t focus on em. But despite all that Super Junior continues to be the most genuine, awesome, funny and all around great band that I’ve come to know and love. SUPER JUNIOR HWAITING!!

Originally posted by randomsuperjuniorgifs

If you ever think you have reached stupid that no human has ever reached before,

Just remeber that i just read a fanfic where Hanzo dreamt McCree up in a dream and fell inlove with him to which i criticised “Thats fucking ridiculous and dumb, oh my god, McCree is fictional, you cant love him Hanzo”

Do you see the problem?

I have literally spent the last year of my life reading/thinking/loving two fictional characters and their relationship.