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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.

I see all the spelling and grammatical errors, but I can’t be bothered to do anything about it.
—  Ravenclaw, whilst reading over a very important essay.

i listen to the Hamilton soundtrack all day when i’m writing, and Wait For It just came on and i was listening like ‘this is such a great song i like it a lot’ but then i realised

girl, you’ve got a tattoo of this song, you better fucking like it

i was kind of considering deleting my tumblr. but I’ve decided not to. I’d miss the cool people I’ve met and all the stupid memes too much

what i WILL do is stop queuing. when i started this blog, i posted whenever i was online and thats it. i might still be online every day, idk, but the blog will only be active when i am from now on

…i feel like most people do this anyway lol but idk i used to put all this pressure on myself to have an active blog 24/7 and that takes the fun out of it so

Does anyone else have that curse where you have a long span of time where nothing happens in your life and then suddenly EVERYTHING HAPPENS AT ONCE cause that happens to me all. the. time.

anonymous asked:

i think the anon wanted to know your age to see if their art level is up to their age age? like how scribs is 14 and they're an art god, bunblevee is also a god, squidlepi is an almost king at art, something like that?

ohhhhhh,, well im in that age area kinda, if that helps :o

anonymous asked:

Hartwin meet at a dog park??? :D

In South Kensington, lodged in between the neighbourhood houses, is a fenced community park that Eggsy only visits when it’s dark. The lock is so ridiculously easy to pick it might as well be made of butter. He sets JB on the grass and the damn dog just stands there looking at him. “Go on.” He urges, “I ain’t coming here for you to just sit around, yeah?” As if on cue, JB sits, gets back up, and for a moment he looks threateningly close to barking, but then he just totters off.

Eggsy takes a seat on the bench he knows JB will come back to once he’s done his thing, and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

From here, he can just glimpse the top of the roof, and for now, it’s all he can bear to look at. What to most is an empty house is to Eggsy filled to the brim. It screams Harry in ever crevice, in every breath taken there. It’s not his fault Harry’s a hoarding freak, with his paper clippings and his butterflies and all of his framed photographs that Eggsy believes aren’t even of anyone Harry knew.

That house, along with two single-sentence announcements in the paper, are the only things that can prove Harry ever even existed.

“You’re being sentimental again, aren’t you?” Eggsy’s immediate response is to hold up his balled fists, which, granted, looks a bit amusing since they are still in his jacket’s pockets. “I can’t believe you’re still repeatedly surprised at this when you know I’m going to show up.”

“That’s cause you’re always sneaking up on me.” Eggsy finally manages to reply.  Harry’s smirk shows just how pleased he is with the situation, and Eggsy knows he had every intention of sneaking. He turns his focus back on the house, because sometimes, when he stares at Harry for a too long period of time, he looks too much like an illusion. Which is stupid, yeah.

Harry sits down next to him. “How was the mission?” Eggsy shrugs, “Nothing much. Arthur still won’t let me go alone because he’s afraid I’m gonna do something ‘reckless’.” He huffs bitterly. “You can’t exactly blame him.”

Eggsy scowls at Harry for that. Again, only briefly. “You came here to blame me then?” He can see Harry shaking his head from the corner of his eye. “You know why I’m here-” “Yeah, alright.” Harry picks up on the threat and anger in those two words and doesn’t continue. They don’t say anything for a while, and Eggsy begins to wonder just how big of a shit JB is laying.

Eventually, Harry’s hands swipe over the front of his trousers and he stands up. “I have to go.” He steps into Eggsy’s view, and seems to be waiting for some sort of reply, even though he has to know at this point he isn’t going to get one. Harry exhales heavily through his nose, grabs his umbrella and, right before he leaves, he says, “I’ll see you around.”

Eggsy wishes that wasn’t true. It isn’t healthy, he knows that. But as long as his memory can conjure this vivid of a fantasy, he’s going to keep doing it. He knows that too.

killua-cchi  asked:

Natsume yuujincho is literally what I think about when I need to remind myself the world is beautiful <3<3<3 It feels really rare to find other people who know it though!

Natsume always gives a feeling of fullness~
It’s like a tender smile,
It’s like a sweet hug,
It’s like remembering the happy moments in our life,
But also some regrets,
And the comfort of it.
It’s about friendships,
It’s about family,
It’s about the simple things of life,
And the beauty in it.

This anime is all about emotions 

And it deserves so much more to get noticed for it.