#and the ONLY person who bet on him NOT going on a bender and dying in a dumpster is someone who just thought it'd be “too convenient”

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gb is so scary i'm so glad boston isn't real !!!

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Iroh and Zuko after their ship is Sabotaged

@magebirdy made a post about Zuko and Iroh meeting up right after the pirates blow up his ship. So I wrote some angst about it. Think about this, how many times have we seen Iroh really lose his cool. Like he was furious at Zhao for killing the moon spirit. He was angry when Zuko had no plan for what to do with Appa. And I’m willing to bet anything that Uncle Iroh would have been besides himself with rage if he though Zhao had killed his nephew, who thought of as a son. 

Zuko dragged himself out of the water with a growl and a groan. Everything hurt. Every part of his body had a separate ache and shooting pain. He turned over onto his side as well as he was able to glare at the burning remains of his ship. 

Zhao. 

General Zhao was the only one who would have been so bold, yet so cowardly to hire pirates to sabotage his ship. The water that had soaked into his armor started to evaporate and turn to steam as Zuko dragged himself further up the shore, his rage heating the air around him. He breathed out another groan and sparks fell from his mouth. He was going to kill Zhao, whatever it took. 

Zuko tried to stand his fists clenched before he collapsed with a grunt of pain. He would kill Zhao, but maybe he would just lie there on the sand for another few minutes. He had burns all over his body, and probably a few broken ribs, but he wasn’t going to let any of that stop him, at least not for too long. 

After a few more minutes of laying face down in the sand, soaking in his pain and anger he pressed himself back to his feet. If he wasn’t careful he would melt the sand into glass just from laying there, and he couldn’t risk any sign that he had survived showing. Zhao had to think he was dead. He quickly scuffed the imprint of his body away and walked back towards town. 

Every step was agony and Zuko growled past gritted teeth, small embers pouring out of his mouth with each breath, yet still he walked. Zuko had felt much worse. None of his current injuries hurt as badly as when his father had burned his face. He hadn’t let his scar stop him from hunting the Avatar and he wouldn’t let Zhao’s betrayal stop him either. 

It felt like a century but soon enough he found himself at the edge of town. He knew he couldn’t let anyone see him alive, but he needed weapons, armor if he was to face Zhao. He was sure he could scavenge some from the wreck of his ship, if he could get there without being spotted. The ever present glow of the burning wreckage drew him like a moth to a lamp. 

He was almost to the docks when he saw a massive gout of flame shoot into the sky, coupled with a roar. The dying flames of the ship brightened as well illuminating the night. Zuko ducked into an alley way. That could only be a fire bender. A powerful one. 

He was in no condition to be fighting someone right now, especially someone with that level of control. He pressed himself further back into the darkness as someone’s rapid steps approached. It would have been smarter to hide completely, but he was curious who had found their way down to the docks to celebrate his supposed death. 

Zuko watched from the shadows as the figure approached, back lit by the flames of the ship. Only able to make out the siluet he couldn’t tell who the mysterious bender was. Until another gout of flame poured from the bender’s mouth illuminating their face. 

“Uncle.” Zuko whispered. There was a rage on his uncle’s face the likes of which he had never seen before. He leaned out of the shadows catching his uncle’s attention. 

“Uncle!” Zuko called hoarsely. 

Iroh spun on his heel bringing a flaming fist up. Iroh’s face was marked with lines of tears down his face, the grief turning to rage, then surprise upon recognizing Zuko.

“Zuko?” Iroh said softly, allowing the flames at his fist to die. 

“Uncle, we need to hrmgh-” 

His words were cut off as he was suddenly pulled into a tight hug as Iroh wrapped his arms around him. Zuko tried to hide his grunt of pain as his many bruises and injuries all suddenly screamed in pain at the sudden contact. Iroh held him at an arms length for a moment, before pulling him to a second softer hug. 

“How did you survive?” Iroh whispered, his voice still marked by grief. 

“I’m not that easy to kill.” Zuko said. Despite himself, he leaned into his uncle’s hug. Everything hurt, but at least in a world where everyone else was out to get him, he still had his uncle. “Where were you going in such a hurry?”

“Obviously Zhao is the only man who could be responsible for this.” Iroh muttered as he pulled Zuko further into the alley and with a small fire in his hand began inspecting his injuries. “I was going to go to his camp and kill him for taking your life.”

“Uncle!” Zuko had never heard his uncle speak like that, about anyone. But now as his uncle tried his best to hide the signs of his grief behind a business like manner attending to the injuries, Zuko could clearly remember the look of absolute rage on Iroh’s face when he had walked by. He was sure if another Fire Nation soldier had stood in his place that soldier would not have survived. 

Zuko pulled his uncle into another brief hug. He knew well what a person might feel pushed to do in their grief and rage, when the pain seems like it is more than they can take. He gives his uncle a slight squeeze before releasing him. 

“Now Prince Zuko we need to come up with a new plan.” Iroh said. His business air put off slightly by a small line of tears cutting tracks through the soot on his face. Zuko nodded nonetheless and didn’t call attention to it again. 

“Yes, Uncle. And I think I have an idea.”

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Denis Leary is making an animated vignette series based on Dogs Playing Poker and 10 Other Pieces of Kitsch Art That Should Be Turned Into TV

KITSCH auction house tremors and stampedes.

Dennis Leary basically discovered sex, drugs and rock n’ roll with his 2015 two season FX series Sex & Drugs & Rock & Roll. Leary’s always been one of those guys that can’t be beaten down  in spite of how dopey and cynical his edgy working class personal brand is. He’s got an entire deal set up with Fox, the flailing broadcasting company has placed all of their chips on a Denis with only one lousy  “N” in his name. I can’t even with this fake Irish Bostonian droid. Relish in the delicate thought process of Leary and leftover former Daily Show producer, Jim Margolis,  bringing up a Pinterest screen grab of the Dogs Playing Poker by Grand Master of Kitsch Cassius Marcellus Coolidge and money signs popping out of both of their heads. Here is a dramatic retelling of this thought process:

“Yo, get this Big D,” salivates the recently fired from Netflix Jim Margolis to Leary over a Zoom, “Fox got this Bento Box Animation Studio sitting around doing nothing but churning out animated interstitials for the Masked Singer, Paradise PD, The Prince, The Blues Brothers animated series, animated Harold And Kumar, Housebroken, The Great North, and ugh..um..Hoops..”

“I fuckin love Hoops, Jimmy! Why aren’t we pitching this on Netflix again?”

“Because Dogs Playing Poker is going to work so much better as pregame filler for live Sporting Events...on Fox.”

“Oh yeah. All of those rotten good for nothing grease monkey and lunch pail people will probably be giving each other Budweiser flavored Covid at the local saloon with these damn dog pictures hanging up. It’s like when old drunks would stay out late and watch the Flinstones at the bar, did you know that actual human male adults would sit in a town like Boston and waste away in a bar watching Flintsones. Can you believe that Johny?”

“My name is Jimmy, err Jim, but yeah Denis we’ll send you the scripts over. Any idea who we should cast?”

“Get me the hot blonde from Inspector Gadget 2, God dammit I miss Louie..are we sure we can’t get Louie back on air?”

“Afraid after Patton Oswalt dognapped his role from him in Secret Life of Pets, Louie CK has been banned from ever appearing as a talking dog again.”

“So bogus. Bobby Kelly will have to do.” Denis gets a text. “Dammit, Adam is getting all thirsty for this juicy  delicious bone. Gotta throw a  big bone to my dog Ferrera. Who else?”

“Ok. I’ll get one of those sad Daily Show losers. Um picking one at random, Roy Wood Jr. They’ll pretty much jump into anything, because John Oliver was in Love Guru they start thinking they can fail their way up.”

“I said no politics at the table! Paws off the table! This is going to be so fucking lit!”

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Kitsch Art deserves so much more. George Lucas, retired American filmmaker, robber baron of childhoods and all around  mensch has been heavily invested in the kitsch art of Norman Rockwell. There are a bounty of stories to tell. Too many of them are far too white and basic, but there are rich narratives to be found in his out of date even for his own time romanticism of The Old Masters. Hopelessly out of date could have been a failing of Rockwell, but his politics grew progressive as his career went on and fought against the system. Cassius Marcellus Coolidge is the man that operated the first bank in Antwerp, New York  had the astronaut-like grace to wonder, “what if dogs played poker like people played poker?” A painting that dates back to 1894 used as means to sell cigars. What strikes me most about this painting is that they aren’t wearing clothes, but I bet when you try to imagine the painting you imagine these dogs fully decked out in some sort of work coat. There is a further anthropromized version of the ad called “His Station and Four Aces” that depicts a glimpse at a look at an entire canine furry society. His ideas of putting an animal in clothes remains to this day one of the most novel and surefire commercially friendly means of artistic expression. The original cynical man laughing all the way to the bank, his own bank that he founded to boot.

Seen above: An example of a Comic Foreground that also demonstrates the failings of having too few people in your party to properly partake in the comic foreground experience. 

“Cash” Cassius wasn’t the first man to imagine a domestic pet in people clothes, but he’s probably one of the few to do so with such commercial finesse. The man also at one point filed the patent on the “Comic Foregrounds,” which is the technical name of one of those carnival boards with holes to stick your head in. In post Covid times how many more heads will be salivating and rushing towards those holes to pop their heads in to create a lasting memory, if only for a second. So when I start learning more about this remarkable weirdo Cassius Coolidge, a man according to his official website dogsplayingpoker.com’s Biography: ��Trying to chase mischievous boys from an abandoned house, he fell from a window and hurt his knee, leaving him injured for the rest of his life.”

Flash forward back to 2021 and Denis Leary and his career a man with a wikipedia with fun entries about all the accusations of plagiarism and hate speech against autism I start to worry about the legacy of more Kitsch art falling into the hands of other greedy and desperate TV executives. That being said if you are a greedy TV executive who happens to be a maniac that likes reading rando’s tumblr pages do I have a list for you!

TOP TEN PIECES OF KITSCH ART THAT SHOULD BE TURNED INTO SOME KIND OF SOMETHING

“We Are Having a Heavenly Time” Columbian Bike Monkey and Parakeet by, once again, Cassius Coolidge

Coolidge’s anthropomorphic foresight strikes again! This time he effortlessly establishes a captivating duo that could be easily voiced by an endless combination of celebrity voice actors. PAUL RUDD as “Monkey” and ISSA RAE as “Parakeet” present “We Are Having a Heavenly Time” present a travel show. You could basically use whatever leftover footage you have lying around from the many Conan O’Brien segments and plug Monkey and Parakeet and their trusty bicycle anywhere for an irreverent glimpse into the foreign World around us.

2. “Clown and The Girl” by Haddon Sundblom  

Now I know what you’re thinking, that title is miserable! I agree, but with a little  reverse engineering you get The Girl and Clown, which could be a whole new addition to the Girl on a Train, Girl with a Dragon Tattoo, Girl with a Dangly Earpiece, the Girl-Verse! The girl appears to be quite fearless of this clown, which is good because we need someone to be brave for when the clown takes off his mask.

Sundblom is also the original artist for the Coke a cola Santa Claus and how is it that we have gone this many rotations around the sun without a single Coke a cola Santa Claus special is the real reason why Christmas will always be the saddest time of year.

3. “Clean Your Fornasetti” based around the artistic Plate collection of Pierro Fornasetti 

Muk bangs, videos of people eating are a huge cyber traffic boom. People love watching people eat. Why not add the element of surprise by what kind of playful Fornasetti chanteuse is hiding underneath this plate full of gruel? Fornasetti is an artist with over 11,000 items created in his name and over 500 of them are based around a variety of expressions of a single woman. Clean Your Fornasetti is a deep and poetic rumination of the romance between the act of someone cleaning their plate and the reveal that the plate contained a visual feast all its own.

4. “Mickey’s Kinkade Playhouse” by the one and only Thomas Kinkade

The Kinkade Studios features over 63 “narrative panoramas” featuring Disney characters, but largely Mickey and Minnie, simply vibing. It’s time we stop pretending that small children like Mickey Mouse and market him for wistful older audiences that want to radiate in a nice long warm bath of color and sound. I am not sure I am even pitching an actual series but more of a Narrative Panoply. One thing that is missing from Disney Plus, and streaming services in general, is a severe lack of programming frills and flourishing. The iconic Adult Swim bumps are something completely lost to the dustbins of programming history left to remain in youtube compilations. Thomas Kinkade is a lot like Enya. Art critics treated him like a comedic punching bag for so long, but I doubt there’s an artist that grasps the kind of sterile enchantment people want after a long day of opioid benders. We’re all trapped inside doing puzzles why not do the bare minimum of slightly animating a pleasant scene of Mickey and Minnie roasting marshmallows or enjoying a breath of fresh Alpine air?

5. “Dust Lickers” by Odd Nerdrum

Quick! Get me Trash Humpers’ Harmony Korine on the Line Show him Shit Rock! The world of Odd Nerdrum is a harsh and primeval one that would make for an astonishing animated landscape. Odd Nerdrum himself feels like a worthy subject of some kind of documentary based around his imagery and insistence on making his art in the most arcane and old fashioned methods possible. Once again, maybe the visual world of Odd Nerdrum may not make for a full on narrative series, but once again would make for one hell of an animated segment.

6. “Homemade Pasta” by John Currin 

A cozy Queer slice of life cooking drama based around the two charming fellows of John Currin’s Homemade Pasta scene. A series of vignettes based around the completely unfabulous and domestic version of bliss that was denied many people as a result of the AIDS crisis. You can’t tell me you don’t see those two nice guys getting cozy and making pasta together and you aren’t dying to see how they go about rolling out their own focaccia bread.

7. “The Velvet Elvis” by the Collective Conscious 

David Lynch at one point in time was trying to crack into making his own Elvis biopic. I think it’s pretty safe to say that the age of a public wanting a David Lynch directed Elvis biopic has probably passed, but that does not stop Velvet art enthusiasts. TheVelvetStore.com is featuring a remarkable promo that could really bump up what a David Lynch Elvis movie could be like and the horror of having one’s soul trapped inside of a Velvet Elvis rendition painting seems like a pretty fertile place to begin a proper story about Elvis in America. 

8. “Big Eye Bunch” by Margaret Keane 

Yes, it was only a matter of time before Ms. Big Eyes herself, Queen of Kitsch, Margaret Keane would come up on a list like this. Tim Burton tried and sort of kind of captured what it so endearing about Keane’s work, but I think a fully animated dive into an orphanage full of sad Big Eye kids that time travel and meet other Big Eyed children version of historical figures is a Big Idea that could make a whole new generation keen on Keane.

9. “Banality” by Jeff Koons

An animated series based around the artistic sensibilities of Jeff Koons would be a tricky affair, but just the kind of gaudy whimsy that someone like Michel Gondrey could use to proper effect. A series based around someone trying to steal the fifteen million dollar Michael Jackson statue would also be appropriate.

10. “Groovenians reboot” by Kenny Scharf

Scharf is the only artist on this list that actually was a kitsch artist that caught the attention of early aughts adult swim. A tv show that only features the artistic sensibilities of Scharf but also a voice acting cast that consisted of Paul Reubens, Rupaul, Vincent Gallo, and Dennis Hopper. There’s also a theme song performed by the B-52s and musical direction by Devo’s Mark Mothersbaugh. One of the only known published reviews of the pilot describe the show as needing mind altering substances to enjoy and that it is essentially like “watching a cartoon reflected off of a funhouse mirror. This is basically a description of the modern tik tok addled twitchy type content that makes a killing on the Internet for millenial and zoomer types. Basically the whole aesthetic of a warped and broken looking cartoon is the exact sort of thing weirdos deep diving at youtube at four in the morning are looking for and seeing that this gets a failed pilot and Denis Leary’s Dog Poker vignettes get greenlit is exactly what’s wrong with the world.

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Zukka prompt!! Something canonverse with protective Sokka? Bonus points if it's before Zuko's an official part of the Gaang! Zuko just goes through a lot of crap & it would be nice if Sokka could protect him ;-;

I don’t know if this is what you were hoping for but this is what my brain came up with when I saw your ask.

Not Dead In The Water

The boat that the Northern Water Tribe had provided them with was massive compared to the ones of the Southern Fleet. It wasn’t nearly as large as the standard Fire Navy ship, but it had to be large enough to house Appa on the deck of said ship, and not have the sky bison be in the way of the crew. It was big enough that everyone was able to have their own room even. Something which Sokka took instant advantage of it. He hadn’t even had his own room back home. It was nice to have a space of his own, however briefly.

“Well, that didn’t last long…” Sokka sighed to himself, as he passed back and forth, taking brief glances at the unconscious fire bender currently laying in his bed.

Last night he had wandered around, having trouble sleeping, due to how quiet his room was, and he’d leaned over the railing of the side looking out at the water below, shuddering at the sight of dead lifeless bodies floating down bellow.

But they were fire nation and that made them the enemy.

Still, the sight of death would always bother Sokka,  but then he saw a familiar ponytail down below, mixed in with the dead. His brain stopped for a moment.

Zuko?

Sweet mother of rain and ice, how was that even possible? Prince Jerkbender of the Fire Nation dead? It didn’t seem possible! Somehow it seemed deeply wrong. The guy was so filled with fire and stubborn determination, that Sokka hadn’t thought it possible that Zuko could die. The absurd thing was that even in death, Zuko had somehow found his way to their current location.

That’s when he noticed a light breath of pale fog pass Zuko’s ice blue lips…

Sokka didn’t think. He just acted and dived right into the frigid arctic water. He swam to Zuko and pried his frozen fingers off of the driftwood the guy was clinging to. Then Sokka wrapped an arm around the guy and sawm for the rope latter that hung from the side of the boat.

Why am I doing this?!? This guy is our enemy! WHY AM I TRYING TO SAVE HIM?!?

Climbing the latter was awkward with only one hand, but Sokka managed it, and once back on the deck, he kept to the shadows. If he got caught, he didn’t think Pakku and the other water tribe warriors on board be very forgiving despite Sokka being from their sister tribe and a personal friend of the Avatar. Which really begged the question of what Sokka’s plan for this whole thing was?

What was he just going to nurse him back to health, and drop him off once they got to port? Where was he going to keep the guy? How was he going to get Zuko off the ship? How was he going to explain it to the jerk bender? He didn’t even know why he was doing this outside of, he didn’t want to see the guy dead. The idea of a dead Zuko was just wrong. Yeah, the Fire Prince was totally going to buy that! No, the best bet was telling the guy he was doing this to save his own skin, just in case the Fire Nation won. Saving Zuko would convince the Fire Nation not to kill him out of the life debt Zuko would owe Sokka, blah, blah, blah.

Sokka wasn’t though because Aang was going to defeat the Fire Lord.

He did have his own room on the ship, which he had been told would stay unbothered due to him being a young male with needs, as Pakku had so prickishly put it. Gross, but both true and now very convenient. He sent up a prayer to Yue that no one would catch him, and then slunk back inside the ship with a very cold fire bender held in his arms.

It wasn’t bridal style though. It just looked like bridal style. No, this was the Sokka is carrying the enemy in his arms like he’s a very much dying guy and Sokka doesn’t want to see him dead and this is the easiest way to carry the guy style.

Luckily no one was in the halls this time of night, and Sokka was able to get to his room without being seen. Once there, he deposited the fire bender in his bed and went through the checklist of how to warm up something who had fallen into the arctic water. Something everyone in the tribe was taught once they could talk.

Step one, get them out of their wet clothes…

Of course, the spirits, sans Yue, hated him. Why else would any of this be happening? Sokka wished not for the first nor the last time, that he had never gotten involved in this saving the world nonsense in the first place, but he knew he would do all of this again, given what he knows now back then. And that included trying to save the son of the evilest man on the plant.

So he gathered himself and undid the sash around Zuko’s waist, which was waterlogged and didn’t want to unite. Screw it, Zuko would likely whine about this later, but Sokka didn’t want to waste time and fail to save the guy because he was worried about damaging a piece of fabric. So he pulled out his whalebone hunting knife and cut it.

Once that was over with, he was able to pry off the wet logged cold gear Zuko was wearing as an outer layer, which took a few minutes. The undersuit of it was also wet, albeit a slightly warmer wet, but still freezing. Sokka really didn’t want to see the Fire Nation Prince naked, but it looked like he was going to see the Fire Nation Prince naked. Isn’t that just great? Of course, it is! Why wouldn’t seeing his sworn enemy naked be great?

It isn’t like Sokka actively hates the guy or anything.

Soon the wet clothes are piled in a corner, and well it seems he’s on to step two which is warming the affected person up. So Sokka pulls the blankets over the guy, leaving his head exposed. Sokka now removes his own wet clothes because what he has to do next would be defeated by not doing so, and Sokka doesn’t want to become hypothermic himself. Then against his better judgment slips into the bed next to him because this is about Zuko and not Sokka. Sokka shouldn’t care if Zuko lives or dies but he does. So here he is naked and in bed with his sworn enemy, and he is going to have a very shouty, very angry fire bender once the guy wakes up.

And he will because the spirits hate Sokka. Just great.

How long was the guy in the ice for anyways? He barely has a pulse and isn’t shivering at all. For all Sokka knows the guy is already as good as dead. As it is, it has only been a few days since the siege, but he knows not even Zuko could survive that long in the ice-cold waters of the north. Or maybe it is more like ONLY Zuko could survive the ice-cold water for so long. Maybe the guy had a raft and got washed off of it? Which now brought up the question of how many other fire nation soldiers had managed a raft? How many of Zuko’s people would survive?

Zuko trembled lightly against Sokka’s body.

The beetle roach was going to survive this… Of course, he would. That was just Sokka’s luck.

Sokka now looked at the pale teen in his arms, and he felt like he was seeing him for the first time… There were the fresh cuts and bruises on his face that he realized weren’t from the guy’s fight with Katars, and of course, there was the hair cut, which was terrible and nothing like his wolf tail, thank you very much, stop laughing Katara! And there was the scar covering nearly the entirety of the left side of the guy’s face.

It actually looked kind of… Hand shaped.

Sokka’s brain ground to a sudden halt because the scar on his enemy’s face was hand-shaped and looked at least a few years old. Zuko hadn’t done that to himself, and by the looks of it, the scar had been deliberate. Like someone had held a flaming hand against the guy’s face hot enough and long enough to do the damage it had done…

Zuko looked about what sixteen? He looked about Sokka’s age when you only looked at the unscarred side of his face, and the burn looked maybe three or so years old? So someone had burned the teen’s face when he was what thirteen? And they had done it on purpose… Okay, Sokka knew the guy rubbed most people the wrong way, but you had to be some sort of heartless monster to burn a kid’s face-off, and even the Fire Lord wouldn’t do that… Except a previous Fire Lord had wiped out Aang’s people women and children included.

Whoever had done it must have been punished… Right? The Fire Lord wouldn’t just let some creep get away with assaulting the heir to his throne? Why was Zuko hunting Aang in the first place? None of this made any sense. There had to be something pretty massive riding on it if the guy was as obsessed as he was. What it was, Sokka couldn’t figure out, but it wasn’t like Zuko had been given a lot of resources for the task.

Sokka signed and snuggled closer, rubbing circles hoping to not have a dead guy in his bed come morning. Zuko gave another shiver, and this time it had lasted longer.

“P-please, F-f-father, I only ha-ad the F-f-fire Na-tion’s be-ehst int-t-trests at hea-art.” Zuko murmured, as his teeth chattered. “I-I’m sor-ry I spoke ou-ught of tu-tur-n”

What? Sokka wondered as he looked at the distressed look on the other teen’s face. There were tears beginning to prickle around his right eye. What was Zuko talking about?

“I-I mean-t you n-no disr-reh-spect-t-t… I-am your loy-yal s-son.” Then a pause, like someone was saying something to him, and Sokka suspected it was likely Zuko’s father who was answering him in the dream. “I won’t f-fi-ght you.”

HOLY MOTHER OF ICE AND TIDE! What did Zuko just say?

And then Zuko screamed, and Sokka had to push him down and cover his mouth before someone else heard and came running to check on him. Then gold eyes shot open to meet his own, and Sokka hissed quietly, “Scream and you die.”

Zuko stopped struggling and looked up at Sokka in terror. Then he screwed his eyes shut, tears coming faster now, and spread his legs. His hands still pinned down by Sokka’s free hand.

“What are you-” Sokka began, before he realized what this both looked and sounded like. “It’s not like that! I wasn’t-” And he threw himself off of the suddenly limp teen. “You had hypothermia! I was trying to warm you back up- Both of our clothes were wet- I would never-”

Sokka had never felt more horrified in his life. Not even when Aang had communed with the Ocean Spirit and wiped out the Fire Navy fleet. Zuko had woken up in a strange place, naked in bed with someone else, who told him “Scream and you die.” How else could Zuko interpret that? He woke up after a horrible nightmare, that had revealed to Sokka some pretty horrible stuff, and though he was about to be raped while he was still weak. What was even worse was that he didn’t even try to fight. No, Zuko had submitted to it, thinking there was no way out of it.

Zuko was still and silent for a few moments before he gave a violent shudder and lifted the sheets to welcome Sokka back in, whimpering, “M-my f-flame wen-ent ou-ut. P-ple-ase…” And Sokka dove back inside, pulling the shivering fire bender flush against him again and Zuko was full-on clinging to him for dear life.

“Hey, buddy?” Sokka asked, “What do you mean by your flame went out?”

“T-t-too c-cold-d t-to b-b-bend. Li-ke we-went Z-zhao k-killed the m-moon.”

Wait, what?

“You’ve lost your bending?” Zuko nodded into his neck. “Has this ever happened before?”

“W-when I-I was-s bu-bu-banished.” Zuko shuddered, clawing his way deeper into Sokka’s warmth, and that didn’t sound good at all. Not when coupled with the nightmare that Zuko had just a few minutes ago. Sokka didn’t like the picture it was painting. Not when it sounded like Zuko’s dad had picked a fight with him for saying the wrong thing and then scarred and banished him. Not when suddenly everything was making a horrifying amount of sense. Not when it looked like Zuko had been trying to capture the Avatar to make it up to his piece of snow rat shit father.

“How do we relight it?”

“Uncle di-did las-st t-t-tighme w-with h-his b-bu-bending.”

“Well, let’s just keep you alive until we can get you back to him.”

Zuko didn’t answer, he just shivered. He held onto Sokka like Aang did a hug. Sokka couldn’t stand the silence so he started talking. “I don’t know why I decided to pull you out of the water, but I’m glad I did. At first, I thought you were dead, and it just seemed so wrong. But then I saw you were breathing, and I didn’t even think before I was jumping in to save you. I couldn’t stand by and watch you die. I’ve seen too many people die… I didn’t see my mom die, but Katara did… She didn’t speak for an entire year after that. I never thought she would ever again. She was different after it though, and she never said what had happened, but me and dad… We found her curled up to mom crying. Dad shut down for a while as well, and Gran-Gran had to take care of us after that. Once he finally came back to himself, he organized the warriors and left to fight in the war.” And Sokka began telling Zuko his entire life story, two fish hook in the thumb and all, and by the time he was done, Zuko had fallen back asleep and wasn’t shivering anymore. The guy was nowhere near as warm as a fire bender should be, but it was better than how cold and lifeless he had been when Sokka had fished him out of the ice.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief, glad he had locked the door and fell asleep himself.

Right now Zuko was safe and sound in his arms, and Sokka was going to make sure things stayed that way. He had to protect the guy, now that he’d gone through the effort of saving his life. He wouldn’t let that all go to waste. Which meant he had three weeks to come up with a plan before they docked at the port.

Sokka was the plan guy after all, and if anyone could come up with a plan to protect Zuko it was him.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22462120/chapters/53671633

[my-crack-ships]

Previous ship reasoning

This is gonna be a dumpster fire, mainly due to my desire for some really good fanfiction that I can never find cause I have to peel through layers of smut to find anything.

Anyway reasons for my ships part 2

It is currently 2:40 am and I have not slept yet. Bear with me.

Jack Frost + Elsa: someone said that we shouldn’t ship them just because they have the same powers. I agree, but the reason I ship them together is that even if Elsa has loosened up she doesn’t really know how to have fun. Or even had time to be a kid, she had a small-time as an actual child but after that, she was a shut-in. I ship Jack with Elsa because I feel like he would be able to help her have fun and truly laugh like the small child she can be because that’s his job. He is the guardian of fun, and Elsa doesn’t really know what fun is. She only has what Anna considers fun and that kind of fun isn’t for everyone.

An alternative to my previous post about the TodoBakuDeku relationship. I have a lighter and harder alternative

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... I’m sorry I hate me too

So let’s start with my favorite soft rock boi Kirishima, one of the few people that can lay a hand on Bakugou without dying or getting yelled at. Bakugo our little hot-headed shouty explodoboi, because describing the character that I have an adoration for is always trash. And... I dunno how to explain her to make this better. The stubborn space cadet, that is persistent Uraraka.

Why?

.. I feel like Kirishima and Uraraka would build a good friendship over bonding about working out. Bear with me it’s only been like 9min since I started writing. Both spend more time together and since Kirishima spends a lot of his time with Bakugo either being tutored or just hanging out Uraraka would see a different side of Bakugo and in turn, Bakugo would tolerate Uraraka to a point where he doesn’t even mind if she’s around him without Kirishima. Kirishima kind of pulls the Pavlov (I know I spelled it wrong) method with Bakugo and Uraraka. Bakugo equates okay and friendly with Kirishima someone who he can be himself with adding Uraraka to the mix and sometimes sending her to him would make Bakugo associate the same attitude with Uraraka. (That was a shitty way to explain it, but I hope you get what I mean) also, I wanna point out that I feel like this relationship would be mainly platonic not really romantic because platonic relationships matter too.

Back to a different one an oldie but a goodie in my opinion. Classic opposites attract and complement each other more.

Zuko and Katara: let me be clear that I have nothing against the ending of the show... okay maybe a little bit, but let me put this into perspective for you. Zuko’s reformation is different I mean besides the fact that this brooding bitch actually smiles. But I digress, this is a different take on the opposites attract thing. Katara is a very structured person and has a temper, she is kind and gentle and is kind of like a mom. Zuko is a fucking hedgehog, he’s blind and as soon as anything moves toward him he wants to set it on fire, he has a cold (haha) nature to anyone even family cause he has a tragic back story that I will not go into because we all know. Anyway, these two in a way complement each other. Zuko would warm up to being near people and trusting them, and Katara might develop an understanding that not all fire benders are like the ones that took her mom. Both are getting a feel for something different. Now let me make one thing clear they don’t have to get married and have steam bending babies. No, I’m saying this could be a stop in their dating paths, not one that has to last long and not one that is the end of the like. It’s a lesson, that both of them can learn. Katara starts off the journey she’s like a literal child (to me now as an adult, me when I first watched this thought that she was already an adult) she doesn’t have much experience in much other than life-threatening situations and I think she dated someone for like half an episode or something. Sakka has more daring experience than Katara and all his relationships end in some weird way (Nothing against him but his girlfriend turned into the moon). Where I was going with this is I got lost and that’s most of my explanation. If anyone were to read some of my stories this is literally how the structure works too lol.

Next up is a really long-running show that probably will never die and our favorite knuckle headed ninja.

Naruto

I never liked Hinata, like I dunno I just didn’t like her I didn’t vibe with her ever when I was watching Naruto. Then again I haven’t gotten past the part of let-me-stab-you-with-my-entire-skeleton-man. So I didn’t get to see how or why he likes her and all that. People might gut me for this but it’s just my opinion and I’m allowed to have it, but I hate Sakura. There is no rhyme or reason I just hate the pink-haired girl with a burning passion. I hate her so much I really do I don’t know why.

But I think you know where this is going.

Sasuke and Naruto

My favorite rivals become closer type a deal. I can’t remember when it started or why. I wanna blame Tumblr but I didn’t even know what that was when I started shipping them. Let’s blame YouTube and those little chat things that people would make with windows moviemaker with images clearly ripped off google and have like thirty song changes in a span of ten minutes. I was invested in those things man I loved them and I followed the story I would be waiting for the next video. That might have been when it happened. Once the gay in me started there was no going back. I only liked them together because I thought that Naruto could influence Sasuke to stop worrying about killing people and instead paying attention to the people around whom care about him, while Sasuke helps Naruto grow and possibly be a responsible adult..... bitch we know I just like the aesthetic colors I bet that’s why I shipped them because the color thing.

That’s all, for now, it’s already 3:30

[arazialotis]

Two Twin Arrows

This was written for the wonderful and fabulous @atc74 Fierce Females in Fanfiction Challenge as a celebration for her amazing achievement of reaching 3000 followers!! Thanks babe for hosting this fun challenge! 

Prompt: I am Strong Because I had to be. I will take back what is mine and give nothing in return.

Word Count: Around 2600

Summary: When your twin brother goes missing, you will do everything in your power to track him down and bring him home. 

Warnings: Language

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Your little brother was perhaps the single most important piece of your life; he meant everything to you. Of course, you were technically twins, but being born nine days earlier gave you an advantageous head start. You even helped your mother through his birth. And when you held him, so small and vulnerable in your arms, his laugh as bright as the sun, you vowed on that day to do everything in your power to protect him; always.

Yet when you swore that promise, you had yet to realize the gravity behind it. It was soon after that it dawned on you that you and Apollo were destined to be exact opposites. He the sun, you the moon; you chaste and pure and he… Well, to say promiscuous would be putting it lightly. You were cunning and thoughtful and he was impulsive and impetuous, proning him to all types of trouble you’d bail him from. So when he went missing, and he often did, it didn’t surprise you.

Two weeks was fine, but at three weeks you started to worry. And as the weeks turned into months you knew you had to go looking for him. The last time he went missing was for a month and a half in the roaring twenties. You tracked him down to New York City and discovered him in the middle of a bender so infamous, Dionysus himself was envious. Had mortals shown an ounce of respect for gods these days, Apollo would have at least one or two more stories to add to his repertoire.

After that, the two of you stayed in the New World, occasionally travelling here or there, for family engagements. As much as possible, you kept a low profile, and tried to convince your brother to as well. It worked, for the most part.

This time after he went missing, naturally, you started with the party towns and after hearing about a ‘miracle’ in Las Vegas where the sun didn’t set for three days time, you knew you had found the place to start. Knowing Apollo had a flair for extravagance, you started at the top, working your way down. But even the Bentel & Bentel penthouse suite at the Cosmopolitan Hotel was a but flashy, even for him.

The signs of his inhabitants were all to clear, but he had not returned even after several days. You started pursuing club surveillance, finally pinning him to the Emerald Gentlemen's Club. It was his last known whereabouts and the last place he was seen. All other traces of him had vanished. It was as if he didn’t want to be found. But on the video surveillance, two days later popped up another face. One you were all to familiar with. One Apollo had several run ins with that often lead to trouble. The trickster.

You hunted him down to the desolate wasteland of North Dakota, hiding like a fox in a hole. His private resort was carved into the side of a mountain, easily overlooked by the untrained eye. But Loki’s desire for luxury undid him. It glowed as obvious as a candle in the night, calling you in.

You lurked in the shadows for days. Watching, waiting, but Apollo never showed. You finally revealed yourself once you had enough of the cheating rat’s trickery. He was in the middle of a poker game, porn stars in barely nothing dancing around polls opposite of him. Three other men, all gruff placed bets. He lifted his his face, when you saw it. His two cards were four, all aces.

Your restraint could no longer be contained. You lifted your bow, sliding an arrow into place and without hesitation let it release. It tore right through the cards, pinning them to the table. The three gentlemen looked down at the table seeing the four cards displayed. They eyed Loki dangerously.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Fellas, those aren’t mine.” One man threw his hand down on the table, before rolling up his sleeves. But Loki paused the scene before it continued. “And neither is this.” He pried the arrow from the table, the illusion faded as he further examined it. The people, the cards, the drinks, all vanished leaving only you, him, and the furnishings. “Come out Katniss.” He goaded.

You bravely stepped out of the shadows.

“My… Athena… Haven’t you changed with the times.” He looked you up and down; your black skinny jeans tucked into dark boots., studded leather jacket over a silk red top, and your hair hanging down in curls.

“It’s Artemis, you pig.” You held you bow close.

“Ah yes.” He recalled. “All of you are so hard to keep straight. Don’t even get me started with the whole Roman thing…” He walked over to a wooden bar pouring himself a drink. “So what can I do ya for? I make a mean Sex on the Beach.” He offered before taking a sip.

You ignored the proposal. “I’m here for information. It’d be wise you answer truthfully in interest of your well being.” You paused and for a moment your curiosity got the better of you. “Is it true what they say about you?”

He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “And what do they say about me? That I can last nights on end, that I have the endurance of a panther, that Aphrodite got half her stories from me, that Zeus wishes he had a pair like…” You squinted at him. “You dare tempt me?”

He chuckled. “Oh god no. I was just hoping that cute brother of yours was going to pop out of a shadow in a jealous rage. But it looks like I’m out of luck.”

Your hope dropped. “You’ve not seen Apollo?” Loki sighed. “Listen, I like to get wrapped up in a Greek tragedy at least once every century as much as the next guy, but when you guys start dropping in for holidays, come on, it starts to cramp my style.” You tucked your bow back into it’s satchel and turned to leave. But he grabbed your shoulder before you could. “Arty…” He cood. “What’s happened?”

You shook your head. “I’m sure nothing. You know how he is.”

“Let me suggest two things.” He held up a finger. “First, get a beeper for that kid. Second.” He pulled a card out of thin air. “Maybe it’s time to call in a favor from your patron saints…” You took the card. Eyeing it with suspicion. It was an FBI business card, with the name Agent Robert Plant and a phone number. Obviously a fake. Obviously a hunter. You looked back to Loki. “Thanks, but I got this.” You turned to leave again. “By the way. It looks like you might be molting… Gabriel.” 

And with that he was left in the room alone. He looked down to his feet where a few golden feathers had collected. “Dammit!” He cursed.

***

Outside a small town in Iowa, you stayed in a rundown motel off of a dying highway route. In its glory days, southern tourists bound for Mt. Rushmore must have filled it to the brim. But now, in it’s secludedness and stillness, it was the perfect place to reconvene and focus. You twirled the business card back and forth between your fingers; considering it. If these hunters had any idea who you were or half the things you’ve done, they wouldn’t hesitating putting a stake through your chest. And Apollo… well, if they caught wind of him, there’s no telling what would happen.

You had arrogance, yes, but not the arrogance of other gods that would dismiss hunters as any other ape. You had to be smart, cunning, to treat them with respect, or your fate could easily end up as any other monster on their hit list.

Finally, you worked through your hesitation and dialed the number, faking the best damsel in distress act as you could. You simply needed to keep him on the line long enough to triangulate his position, then you could go to him, gauging his usefulness, if he proved otherwise, you could easily slip away with your presence going entirely unnoticed.

“Hello.” A strong, deep voice answered.

“Uh… hello, um Agent Plant?” You stuttered, voice a few octaves higher than usual.

“Yes?” His confusion quickly grew.

“I um, I got your number from a friend, Sally Hanson, I’m not sure if you remember, she says you helped her a few years back on a case…” You fabricated, but intently kept an eye on your laptop as the tracking software was running.

There was a pause as he tried to recall. “Oh, right, of course… Sally.” Even though there was confidence in his voice, you could tell it was complete bullshit. “Well, what seems to be troubling you.”

You sighed. “You see… it’s my brother, he’s been missing near two weeks. I haven’t been able to contact him.”

“Have you filed a missing persons report?” He asked, trying to fish out details of the case.

“Of course, but the local police haven’t been too helpful… Unfortunately, my brother has a bit of a reputation around here.” Actually the story came easier than you thought.

“And uh, what makes you think he simply hasn’t started fresh somewhere else?”

“Well, that does seem like him, but we’ve always been so close. He would never leave and not tell me.” You explained, heart hurting more and more as you began to diverge the truth.

“Well…” He chewed on it. “I’m not sure it’s exactly my type of case, I got a few things lined up, but if I have any openings….”

Shit. You needed a few more minutes. “I’m just so worried about him.” You interrupted. “There’s been other missing people too. With the police not helping I’ve tried to do my own investigation you know. And I started at this old hangout of his. And it’s just like creepy you know. I know I must be imagining things but there is just this chill that comes over you as...:” Bingo. You pinned him nearby Lebanon, Kansas.

He assumed you had stopped unable to continue from sadness or fear. “Okay sweetheart, just calm down. I’ll run the details by my partner and we’ll try to be out in a couple days. Where are you at anyways.”

“Oh…” You chuckled. “This is so embarrassing. He’s uh calling me right now. I’ll give you a call back if we need anything.” And you abruptly hung up, quickly switching off your phone so he couldn’t track you.

After taking a minute to breathe, you shook of any remainder of the act, for a damsel in distress you were surely not. You pack your things and checked out of the motel, heading for Lebanon.

***

Lebanon. It was a extremely small town. To say it was a one-horse town would be a vast understatement. But that made your hunt all the more easy. You set up shop at the only food market in town and waited.

It was two days before he showed up. His car stood out like a sore thumb. It was old enough to be handed down through the generations, taken well care of, countless of miles put on it, and modifications to the trunk. You expected a hunter, but the man not who stepped out of the car.

Your heart dropped. Instantly recognizing him from the security footage you reviewed time and time again in Vegas. But the fear was instantly replaced by boiling anger. Apollo wasn’t dead, yet. You could feel it. He couldn’t be. And not from the hands of this hunter. As he lazily strenched, you jolted from your car catching him by surprise. You grabbed his wrist, using the force to push him up against the car. He struggled a bit but you had him pinned.

“Where is he?!” You demanded.

Dean pondered trying to catch up. “Listen, sweetheart..” He started.

You cut him off, shoving him hard against the car. “Call me that one more time.” You warmed. “Where is my brother?”

“Why don’t you just calm down and we can find him together.” Dean attempted to de-escalate your anger.

“I’m not taking your bullshit hunter.” You spat. “You were there. In Las Vegas. When he disappeared.” Tears threatened to spill over.

It took him a second, but then it clicked. “I might know where he is. How about all three of us meet up tonight…” He stopped when he felt his hands being tied together. “You will take me to him now.”

You took the keys from his pocket, opened the door and shoved him inside. You slid into the driver’s seat, next to him.

“Oh hell no.” He protested as you started up the car.

Just by briefly looking around it was easy to see the car was occupied usually by three. “Don’t bother trying to notify your partners.” You noticed he already seemed to be looking for a knife to pry out of the ropes. “The more you resist the restraints the tighter they become.” “What are you?” Dean huffed as you pulled out of the parking lot. “Witches, demons.”

You lightly chuckled but did not grant him the satisfaction of an answer.

***

It took a while to find his location, he not being the most helpful or willing subject. But his emotions became easier to read the more time spent with him. The subtle gritting of teeth or sighs of relief each correct or incorrect turn you made, it led you closer to the destination until you finally arrived.

You led Dean through the entrance, dagger at his back to hinder him or his partners from trying anything. The door swung open with a heavy creak leading into the hideout below. To be honest, you were impressed with the space.

“Dean?” Someone called from below. His younger brother. Taller, longer hair, but still a touch of youthfulness that Dean lacked.

“Hiya Sammy.” Dean drearily greeted.

Sam reached for the gun in his back pocket, but your second dagger buzzed threw the air dislodging it before it was even pointed at you.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked through the shock.

“She’s a lot stronger than she looks.” Dean scoffed.

“I’m strong because I had to be.” You explained as Dean felt the dagger press harder against his back. “Born into a world of vengeful and sex crazed gods, I didn’t have any other choice. Now, I will take back what is mine and give nothing in return.”

Sam still had confusion plastered across his face, attempting to work out what Dean already had. Everyone’s attention broke at the sound of a coffee mug shattering against the floor. You turned to the sound, expecting their third partner but instead finding your fool of a brother in a bathrobe.

“Arty?” He sheepishly asked.

“Apollo.” You sighed a breath of relief and released Dean, running towards him. “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” You checked him over.

He rolled his eyes. “Arty you are embarrassing me.”

When all seemed right, you punched him square in the shoulder. “What the hell? You can’t just disappear on me like that.”

“Ow.” He moaned and rubbed the spot on impact. “Can you blame me? They’re cute.” He defended. “I didn’t need you up in my business ruining everything. You’re kinda a cock blocker.”

As you argued back and forth, Dean made his way slowly down the stairs and joined Sam, marvelling in wonderment.

“Turns out we’ve had a god living with us, right under our noses.” Dean commented.

Apollo’s argument sounded over them. “Besides, anytime there was a successful hunt, I burnt offerings of incense to you.”

“Like that matters!” You spat.

“For a whole month….” Sam added to his and Dean’s side conversation. “We must be losing our touch.”

***

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[roxaeri]

Baldur knows he's Fucked Up but he recognizes how far he's come from who he was before. He sees that growth and he's proud of it, and you bet your ass he's not gonna lie about how things were and how things are. He's not gonna hide anymore.

He grew up being the second son of his father's from the man's second wife, good and obedient

Until he wasn't

Status and wealth bought entry into an elite school where his father could brag and his mother could see him safe while entirely ignoring her husband and step-son

Who else got in with that kinda bullshit?

Baldur's best friend Genji. Little shits, the both of them.

But first: How did Baldur go from Good and Obedient to lITTLE sHIT rEBEL??

When he got sick, and doctors, and notes to the school to excuse him from everything he wanted to do

Everything for good grades and safety

Thor learned to survive and thrive in the environment that raised him, but Baldur didn't

Baldur suffered

He didn't want to be used by his father, and he didn't want to live on whatever bullshit diet his mother had him on. It was making him sick, he knew it, always did no matter what anyone said otherwise

Baldur has a healthy mistrust of doctors and hospitals and he can't even think of tea without wanting to puke. Can't think of vegan foods without his insides gnawing at him in pain and anger

He fought and argued with anyone and everyone he could to destroy the reputation forced on him since birth. Bullied and tormented his way through school with his only friend until he dropped out entirely

Baldur seriously doubts he would have made it without Genji

Genji who fed him the right foods and helped him pack what little he cared about from his family's house before they hopped the wall and ran off, followed by the gaze of a small blond boy who didn't realize his uncle Baldur just ran away from home

Genji's brother was close to getting them back for weeks until Baldur just couldn't keep going anymore and collapsed, sending Genji and his friends from wherever they were in Japan into a panic

Genji fought and argued until his own family caved and helped keep Baldur from Odin and Freya

Not that they would have given him up after seeing how malnourished the teen was

Baldur can't forget how the sensation of the NG tube as it was inserted, removed, and replaced over the years until he was considered fully recovered (but sees himself as still recovering because it feels like it'll never end)

Baldur can't even remember how he ended up in a shitty little city in the Middle of Nowhere but it was beautiful and peaceful and the owner of the shop was willing to take him on as an apprentice despite his personality and amateur work on himself

Most nights he spent partying with Genji--running wild through the Black Hills or wherever the man was able to get him an in when he became a certified tattoo artist

Fuckin International Infamous Baldur, may his family bear the shame

His boss gave him an ultimatum the day he met Io:nhiòte

Sweet 16 and entirely too trusting of the man who just came back from a week long bender

But that smile that mirrored her father's, and how they joked around together, and treated him like a person--an artist--instead of just coming in for the service

Waiting for the girl to get her nose pierced first before starting on her

"You're sure. At 16."

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"So why stars?"

"Cliché isn't it? But I love them. Whether here or back where my dad's from, there's always stars. I know they're there, even if I can't see them. And now I'm carrying them on my skin."

Io:nhiòte and her words stuck with him, and she kept coming back--loyal from the start

By the time she was 18, she had flipped his opinions about a lot of the things that reminded him too much about his mother

Because Io:nhiòte trusted him and listened and if she had tea with her, she would bring him coffee instead

Halloween when he's known her two years and she's one of his favorites and can out-snark Genji, Heir of Dramatic Sass in line behind his brother, and he's set aside time to work on the stars he gave her at 16 to turn it into the night sky he sees in her eyes--

"I want in on the special."

"Really."

"Yes."

"What and where?"

"Surprise me."

So just behind the stars and clouds that are dripping onto her hand, he gives her a little ghostie that she immediately fuckin loves

"It's cute!"

"Always there, even if you can't see it."

And then she's off to college for dance and Genji's back in Japan for family business and he's always worse when he's alone

When they come back it's better and he's saving up because just maybe--

Seeing his mother walk into the shop is enough to send him down a spiral until he finds himself in Tucson

Io:nhiòte, 22 and working her ass off to graduate and they're roommates and Genji's working with him over the phone to plan his own shop because he doesn't want to keep being someone else's worker bee

Going back to the Black Hills because where the hell else would he start his shop??

And Io:nhiòte goes with him. Supports him as she works on her dance and reconnects with her people and family who basically adopt him. Convinces him that he should really get to know his nephews because lord knows what it's like for them being the children of a man who consistently cheated on his wife

And maybe they're a little too close, and he's too old for her, but they have the stars and Tucson and she accepts him, drunk or sober

Daddy Kenway doesn't like it because Io:nhiòte deserves so much more. She deserves the best and better and he looks at the ghostie on her hand and yeah. He's fucked up and only dragging her down.

He can see it in the dimmed shine of her eyes and he knows the stars are still there, there on her arm where he put them, and when her dad's gone and he's inking a death date and an eagle in flight along her ribs--Baldur sees her break and he hates it

Because it's like he's a kid again looking at himself in the mirror knowing he's dying, but he's looking at Io:nhiòte

And it's not healthy, they're not good for each other and they fight

Genji comes back for a good long while because Io:nhiòte met someone who liked her looks and her dancing and gave her everything he couldn't and she's in New York

And Genji, with his new wisdom gained from his own misadventures and a new friend, works him back up into a man of his own standing who makes bank in his first year of the shop

By the time Io:nhiòte contacts him again, he's worked out shared custody of his nephews with his brother because they deserve better, too. It'll be better than his frequent visits--better for all three of them

"You're doing good, right?"

"I'm better. A hell of a lot better, Yoni. And you? He's treating you right?"

"Yes. I'm speeding through the program for my master's."

"Proud of you girl."

And she comes back to him, too, always just visiting because her life is in New York now.

Then she's bursting into his shop with a grin as wide as when she was 16 and he inked stars into her skin and Baldur and Genji are so Goddamn Proud because she's dancing through life and loving it

But neither of them like her boyfriend when they all sit down to a celebratory dinner and he treats her more like an acquired art piece than a person

They like him even less when they learn they've been engaged for the entirety of the time it took her to earn her master's

"You didn't say."

"Baldur, what else was I supposed to do?"

And that answer leaves a sour taste in his mouth

And somehow it turns from Io:nhiòte and Genji supporting him to Baldur supporting the both of them through a professional dance career and a mistake of an engagement and a fucking horrible accident that keeps Genji in Japan for far too fucking long to recover

And somehow the fucked up trio all pull together to support two boys who deserve better than they were born with

Baldur not being in a good place and just struggling for Better for his boys and he'll drag his best friends along until they're all out of the goddamn hole they were trapped in

Just, Baldur refusing to give up the little good things in life

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Mom of Formerly Conjoined Twins Holds Separated Son for First Time

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Mom of Formerly Conjoined Twins Holds Separated Son for First Time

You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun?

Your best is an idiot! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Pansy. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive!

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You know, I was God once. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! How much did you make me? Also, we’re dying! File not found. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. What are their names?

Basil

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Oregano

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Rosemary

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Basil

Oregano

Rosemary

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No. We’re on the top. Yeah, lots of people did. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?

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Anna Kendrick Had The Most Perfect Response To Gigi Hadid

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Anna Kendrick Had The Most Perfect Response To Gigi Hadid

You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun?

Your best is an idiot! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Pansy. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive!

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You know, I was God once. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! How much did you make me? Also, we’re dying! File not found. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. What are their names?

Basil

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Oregano

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Rosemary

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Basil

Oregano

Rosemary

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No. We’re on the top. Yeah, lots of people did. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?

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As you continue to hold the cork, hold the bottle’s base and slowly twist it

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As you continue to hold the cork, hold the bottle’s base and slowly twist it

You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun?

Your best is an idiot! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Pansy. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive!

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You know, I was God once. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! How much did you make me? Also, we’re dying! File not found. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. What are their names?

Basil

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Oregano

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Rosemary

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Basil

Oregano

Rosemary

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No. We’re on the top. Yeah, lots of people did. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?

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He was, perhaps, the first European interested in a practical solution to flight

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He was, perhaps, the first European interested in a practical solution to flight

You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun?

Your best is an idiot! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Pansy. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive!

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You know, I was God once. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! How much did you make me? Also, we’re dying! File not found. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. What are their names?

Basil

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Oregano

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Rosemary

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Basil

Oregano

Rosemary

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No. We’re on the top. Yeah, lots of people did. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?

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On Sunday, rapper p.O.p. announced on Twitter

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On Sunday, rapper p.O.p. announced on Twitter

You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun?

Your best is an idiot! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Pansy. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive!

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You know, I was God once. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! How much did you make me? Also, we’re dying! File not found. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. What are their names?

Basil

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Oregano

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Rosemary

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Basil

Oregano

Rosemary

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No. We’re on the top. Yeah, lots of people did. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?

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They’re usually baked or steamed, and then sometimes puréed -)

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They’re usually baked or steamed, and then sometimes puréed -)

You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun?

Your best is an idiot! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Pansy. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive!

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You know, I was God once. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! How much did you make me? Also, we’re dying! File not found. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. What are their names?

Basil

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Oregano

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Rosemary

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Basil

Oregano

Rosemary

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No. We’re on the top. Yeah, lots of people did. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?

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Mom of Formerly Conjoined Twins Holds Separated Son for First Time

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Mom of Formerly Conjoined Twins Holds Separated Son for First Time

You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun?

Your best is an idiot! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Pansy. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive!

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You know, I was God once. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! How much did you make me? Also, we’re dying! File not found. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. What are their names?

Basil

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Oregano

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Rosemary

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Basil

Oregano

Rosemary

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No. We’re on the top. Yeah, lots of people did. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?

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R.A.I.N. Presents unveil a brand new and unique concept of Water events ELECTRO DANCE

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R.A.I.N. Presents unveil a brand new and unique concept of Water events ELECTRO DANCE

You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun?

Your best is an idiot! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Pansy. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive!

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You know, I was God once. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! How much did you make me? Also, we’re dying! File not found. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. What are their names?

Basil

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Oregano

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Rosemary

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Basil

Oregano

Rosemary

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No. We’re on the top. Yeah, lots of people did. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?

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Anna Kendrick Had The Most Perfect Response To Gigi Hadid

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Anna Kendrick Had The Most Perfect Response To Gigi Hadid

You are the last hope of the universe. For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them. File not found. And when we woke up, we had these bodies. Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

Leela, are you alright? You got wanged on the head. Large bet on myself in round one. You know the worst thing about being a slave? They make you work, but they don’t pay you or let you go.

She also liked to shut up! A true inspiration for the children. But existing is basically all I do!

Oh dear! She’s stuck in an infinite loop, and he’s an idiot! Well, that’s love for you. Actually, that’s still true. You seem malnourished. Are you suffering from intestinal parasites?

I’m sure those windmills will keep them cool.

No, she’ll probably make me do it. I’ve got to find a way to escape the horrible ravages of youth. Suddenly, I’m going to the bathroom like clockwork, every three hours. And those jerks at Social Security stopped sending me checks. Now ‘I” have to pay ”them’! Fry! Quit doing the right thing, you jerk! In our darkest hour, we can stand erect, with proud upthrust bosoms. I guess if you want children beaten, you have to do it yourself.

Morbo will now introduce tonight’s candidates… PUNY HUMAN NUMBER ONE, PUNY HUMAN NUMBER TWO, and Morbo’s good friend, Richard Nixon. You, minion. Lift my arm. AFTER HIM! Oh Leela! You’re the only person I could turn to; you’re the only person who ever loved me. What kind of a father would I be if I said no?

Ow, my spirit! Really?! Well, then good news! It’s a suppository. Ugh, it’s filthy! Why not create a National Endowment for Strip Clubs while we’re at it? I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Who are you, my warranty?! Also Zoidberg. You don’t know how to do any of those. Oh God, what have I done? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.” I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun? Moving along… That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”?

Yes. You gave me a dollar and some candy. Can I use the gun?

Your best is an idiot! I meant ‘physically’. Look, perhaps you could let me work for a little food? I could clean the floors or paint a fence, or service you sexually? Tell her you just want to talk. It has nothing to do with mating. Pansy. I was all of history’s great robot actors – Acting Unit 0.8; Thespomat; David Duchovny! We need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised.

Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive!

Doomsday device? Ah, now the ball’s in Farnsworth’s court! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Bender, I didn’t know you liked cooking. That’s so cute. Anyhoo, your net-suits will allow you to experience Fry’s worm infested bowels as if you were actually wriggling through them.

But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. You know, I was God once. Perhaps, but perhaps your civilization is merely the sewer of an even greater society above you! How much did you make me? Also, we’re dying! File not found. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. What are their names?

Basil

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

Oregano

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Rosemary

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

That’s a popular name today. Little “e”, big “B”? Ok, we’ll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we’ll go ride the bumper cars. This is the worst part. The calm before the battle. It’s just like the story of the grasshopper and the octopus. All year long, the grasshopper kept burying acorns for winter, while the octopus mooched off his girlfriend and watched TV. But then the winter came, and the grasshopper died, and the octopus ate all his acorns. Also he got a race car. Is any of this getting through to you? No, of course not. It was… uh… porno. Yeah, that’s it. My fellow Earthicans, as I have explained in my book ‘Earth in the Balance”, and the much more popular ”Harry Potter and the Balance of Earth’, we need to defend our planet against pollution. Also dark wizards.

Basil

Oregano

Rosemary

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school!

When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?”

Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles.

Spare me your space age technobabble, Attila the Hun! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! No! The cat shelter’s on to me. Daddy Bender, we’re hungry. Is the Space Pope reptilian!? Ah, computer dating. It’s like pimping, but you rarely have to use the phrase “upside your head.”

All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! When I was first asked to make a film about my nephew, Hubert Farnsworth, I thought “Why should I?” Then later, Leela made the film. But if I did make it, you can bet there would have been more topless women on motorcycles. Roll film! You mean while I’m sleeping in it? No. We’re on the top. Yeah, lots of people did. Hello Morbo, how’s the family?