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.
in the first few fairly oddparents shorts cosmo is way more smart and not nearly as unfunctional as he is now - so i made a tragic backstory out of it, to give cosmo’s increasing stupidity throughout the show a reason :’D
(although timmy is probably just surprised to hear cosmo talk in sentences that have internal logic)
Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”
Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.
You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.
“Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.
You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”
She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”
“Yes.” You grumble.
“Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.
You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.
“Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.
“Leaned against an open oven?”
“With their upper arm?”
She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”
“Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.
Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”
“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.
You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.
me: *slams my fists on a table and stands up* YES YES YES HI IM LIGHTNING MCQUEEN HERE AND I USE RUSTEEZE MEDICATED BUMPER OINTMENT NEW REAR END FORMULA NOTHING SOOTHES A RUSTY BUMPER LIKE RUSTEEEEZZWOW LOOK AT THAT SHINE USE RUSTEEZ AND YOU TOO COULD LOOK LIKE MEEEE KA-CHOW
Y’ALL… ARE WEAK FOR SMOLDERING SMIRKS AND FLIRTY LOOKS HUH AND I LOVE TO DRAW THOSE THE MOST
ALRIGHT FAIR POINT… The Announcer pretty much would enjoy dinner and drink offers. If you can catch him with some free time or off-shift in the first place. The Casino’s surveillance ain’t gonna run by itself, ya’know.
and @gunfireandagility thank you very much! I’m flattered you love his design, and I like how you think, bc buy that man some drinks and talk to him first!!!