not really good at it

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 was reading this great fic and I was very inspired so I just had to draw something for it!! 

Also I 100% accept Evan getting Connor’s signature on his cast as a tattoo as cannon now

anonymous asked:

heya, don't know if you're still doing prompts, but... you write uliro so so good, any chance you could do something happy and tender? (it's been a rough week)

Anon I am so sorry I didn’t get this to you last week! Here’s a little blessing for your Monday. Hopefully this week is much better for you. <3

ETA: name credit for the aliens goes to the amazing @gitwrecked, who helps me with these entirely more often than she should :) she is the best.


“Have you seen Shiro?” Ulaz asks.

The planet of Thuresh is small, a glorious little place near covered in auburns and coppers thanks entirely to the abundant forests and fields the Thureshi carefully cultivate. The Galra were after the healing properties found in the stunning garnet leaves of their sacred plants; Voltron’s liberation had come not a moment too soon.

The Paladins and all the inhabits of the Castle have landed on Thuresh after the space battle had been won, spending the afternoon replanting and rebuilding. Somewhere along the way Ulaz lost track of time. He’d started the afternoon somewhere near to Shiro, helping to plant new trees brought in from farther greenhouses. At some point Shiro’d drifted away so Lance could show him something; then Ulaz had assisted Hunk in lifting large structural components back into place; then Pidge had wanted his assistance. Now four vargas have passed and Ulaz has no idea where his Black Paladin could be.

“I saw him,” Lance offers, when Ulaz finally tracks him down. Most of the Thurseshi natives dress in pure white wrappings, with intricate splotches of color bold against their shoulders and elbows. It’s a beautiful garb, but frustrating when one is trying to locate a second specific set of white-uniforms-with-colored-markings. The Blue Paladin is standing near one of the reconstructed buildings, chatting amicably with Hunk (who also grins knowingly at Ulaz when Ulaz poses the query. Ulaz still is not used to that sort of smile from Shiro’s friends).

“He’s that way,” Lance says, gesturing. “Think he took his helmet off. Want me to go with you?”

“No,” Ulaz says. “I will find him. Thank you.”

“Tell him I’m starting dinner,” Hunk hollers after Ulaz’s retreating form.

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I do a bunch of events every day. I don’t ever want the people that I am talking to or with, to feel like I am just going through the motions. It’s really important to me, that I may do 10 events a day but for the people that I meet, whether it’s talking to you or going to some other event, that will be the one time that they interact with me, and I wanna do the best I can to be engaged, to be present, to give the best ideas or comments or whatever it is I am doing.

 If all you do is go through the motions, when you’re in some public position, and not just running for office, but in the media or anything else where you interact with the public a lot, and you don’t try to do your best in every encounter that you’re in, and give people the respect that they deserve, I think then it would be really difficult to do this. (…)

I’ve always believed that life is a gift, and it could  be a fleeting gift, you never know, and therefore doing the best you can every day, which is kind of hackneyed, cliche thing to say, but it’s a great way to live. I think trying to give your best, you never know what you might get back. And especially if you have the chance to really talk to somebody, you learn about yourself as well as the other person.

—  Hillary Rodham Clinton