#bo em

[rainbowpufflez]

“We belong together

Lying here forever

In the cold, cold, cold”

You’ll never believe which gays Bo’s drawing again

Song inspo if anyone wants it (aka uh-oh I gotta add another song to their playlist)

[im-bored-so-i-draw]

this was staged (bo actually destroys the cake when they surprised him (out of shock))

it was lester who was "it shouldnt be candles for funsies" and vincent was like "ciggs."

and some funny images

bo was not happy in any of these images

[bloodyteethh]

[the-pea-and-the-sun]

im starting to think the guy who made this character might be bisexual...........................................

[ratatatastic]

i did not expect forsy and bo to be the greatest comedy duo to grace this earth but despite my tenure here i am pleasantly surprised all the same

each addition to the "this is the best day of your life until—" hypothetical is another glimpse into how this man ranks his priorities which apparently least to most is:

marriage→kids→drafted by the nhl→first goal

happy papa alert! happy papa alert!

Forsy Cup Day | 8.2.24 (x)

[verawhisk]

they’re fighting over a man who wears hawaiian shirts and smokes a pack a day

[stormbreaker-290]

OPINION ON MAL, GO!!!!!🎤🎤🎤

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[leadendeath]

mate. im sitting in the confessional right now with this.

i have a "guilty ?pleasure?"- well, not pleasure exactly, it's just something to background listen to while i do other stuff... so that i don't have to look at the show's art style which i generally do not like much- maybe a better term is a "bad habit"- of putting on peoples' reviews/video essays of the works of someone whose name sounds a lot like "fizziepop".

and let me tell ya.

the combo of the double take/"oh no he's cute" feeling i got when i saw this guy.

i have too much of a mental sickness for this they can't be doing this to me man. i almost had a moment of "......hmmmmaybe i could give the show a try 🤔" weakness. can u guess why. take a guess. a wild one.

help me.

[raccoonspooky]

Some of my favs from the recent babygirl restock. All of these entertain me endlessly.

[theonlythingimfuckingisstupid]

remember that $150ish dollars i spent on a textbook? well. i don't actually need it and am realllllly hoping i can get a refund on it lol

[lipstickmarks]

bo-katan and din go on dates to in n out

[saik0m0che]

Perhaps he is my babygirl? ᴵ ᶦⁿᶦᵗᶦᵃˡˡʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵈʳᵉʷ ᵇᵒᵇᵒ ᵇᵘᵗᵗ ᶦⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦˢ ᵇʳᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ² ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᴮʳᶦᵃⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉˢ ᵇᶜ ᴵ ᴸᴼⱽᴮᴱ ᴴᴵᴹᴺ

[quatregats]

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[paozudraws]

I NEED TO DRAW THE GHETTOBOTS!!!!

[allpromarlo]

the armorer whooping pirate ass was not what i expected going into this episode but i'll take it

[yellingyokes]

So Much For Karaoke

The crispness of the cold night air was gradually being overtaken by the warmth flowing from the car's air vents, filling the interior with a comforting heat. The black leather seats were heated, adding to the cozy ambiance within the vehicle. Bo sat reclined in the driver's seat, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he navigated the city streets by muscle memory. A soft, melodic tune played on the radio, creating a soothing atmosphere for the ride.

Emmie lounged in the passenger seat, her posture relaxed as she idly toyed with a phone that didn’t belong to her, scrolling through its contents with casual curiosity.

In the back seat, a middle-aged man was bound with his hands tied behind his back and duct tape plastered over his mouth. Two seatbelts were secured tightly around him, keeping him immobilized in the middle seat.

“So, what's the plan after this?” Emmie asked, her voice light and playful as she waved the phone. “I was thinking maybe we could go to karaoke…” She glanced over at Bo, scrolling through the phone's options before pointing the screen towards his face, a mischievous glint in her eye.

With a deafening BAM, the serenity of the night was shattered by the unmistakable sound of a gunshot and the shattering of glass as the back window of the car exploded into a million glittering shards, showering the bound man in the backseat. He let out a muffled scream of terror and pain, his eyes wide with fear and sudden adrenaline.

The piercing glare of headlights from the pursuing vehicle flooded the car's dark interior, casting stark, angular shadows that danced menacingly across the confined space. Shouts and curses echoed through the night as the figure of the thug in the backseat became visible to the pursuers The air was thick with tension, the threat of danger tangible.

They had been followed, and now they were under attack.

“How about we discuss our plans after we deal with this?” Bo suggested, his voice edged with urgency.

“Let’s speed this up then!” Emmie replied, her voice tinged with determination and a hint of adrenaline-fueled excitement.

Without waiting for Emmie to finish speaking, Bo slammed his foot down on the gas, the engine roaring to life as the city lights began to blur into streaks of color, flying past them in a whirlwind of motion.

Emmie twisted around in her seat, swiftly pulling a sleek black handgun from inside her coat. With a swift, almost polite shove, she pushed the bound man into the floorboard, making room for her to aim. With deadly precision and cold efficiency, Emmie opened fire, sending a barrage of bullets toward the oncoming vehicle. “Oh my god, I love this song!” Emmie's voice, cheerful and upbeat, was a jarring contrast to the chaos and danger that surrounded them. With an air of casual nonchalance, she continued firing at the car tailing them, her gunshots ringing out, clashing with the different tune deriving from the car's speakers.

One of Emmie's bullets found its mark, piercing the front tire of the pursuing vehicle. With a screech of metal against asphalt, the car spun wildly out of control, swaying off to the side before crashing into the glass front of a nearby building, shattering the windows in a spectacular explosion of glass and debris.

"Do me a favor and turn this up!" Emmie called out, her voice tinged with excitement and adrenaline as another vehicle quickly took the place of the wrecked car, continuing in the unwavering pursuit for the man in their backseat.

Responding swiftly to Emmie's request, Bo reached over and cranked up the volume on the car's sound system. The music blared louder, filling the air with pulsating rhythms, creating a surreal and almost unreal backdrop to the high-speed chase unfolding through the usually bustling, but densely populated city streets.

With unflinching and lightning-fast reflexes, Bo skillfully swerved and maneuvered the car through the maze of brightly lit streets, his focus unwavering despite the adrenaline-pumping intensity of the situation. The city lights streaked past in a blur of color and motion, as the chase continued to escalate.

"Em, hold onto something." Bo's voice was firm, laced with urgency as they rapidly approached a sharp turn. Heeding Bo's warning, Emmie quickly ducked down, wedging herself between the front seats, bracing for the impending maneuver.

Bo gripped the steering wheel tightly, his hands moving with practiced precision as he expertly executed a high-speed drift around the corner. The car's tires screamed in protest, the pungent scent of burning rubber filling the air.

The moment the car's momentum stabilized, Emmie sprang back into action, popping up from her crouched position. She unleashed a rapid barrage of gunfire at the pursuing vehicle, which had narrowly managed to navigate the turn in time to avoid crashing into a nearby wall.

“Are we almost in Ma’s territory yet!?” Emmie's voice was almost drowned out by the various shouts, gunshots, and screeching tires that filled the air around them.

Bo glanced up into the rearview mirror, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. With a swift, fluid motion, he released his right hand from the steering wheel and drew a sleek revolver from his coat. Shifting his grip on the wheel, he turned to face the pursuing car, which was now speeding up alongside them.

With calculated movement, Bo slammed on the brakes, catching both Emmie and the bound man in the backseat off guard. Emmie was thrusted backward nearly tumbling onto the dashboard, while the man in the backseat lurched forward, slamming into the back of Bo’s seat with a thud as the car screeched to a sudden halt. The pursuing vehicle, caught off guard by Bo's abrupt maneuver, flew past them in a blur of motion coming to a halt to turn around in front of them.

Seizing the opportunity, Bo swiftly raised his revolver and fired three precise shots in rapid succession.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

With deadly accuracy, Bo’s bullets found their mark. The passenger window of the once-pursuing car was as shattered as the men who sat in the front seats didn't move from their slumped positions.

As the echoes of the gunshots faded, Bo calmly brought his left arm back into the car, tossing the revolver onto his lap as he regained control of the wheel and drove away from the scene of the confrontation.

“Yes, we are,” Bo replied, his voice steady and composed, the tension in the car dissipating as the immediate threat was eliminated. The city lights continued to blur past them, but now the car moved through the neon-lit streets in a tense silence, the adrenaline-pumping chase replaced by an uneasy calm and a renewed sense of control.

Emmie let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief as she repositioned herself in her seat, her body visibly relaxing as the immediate threat subsided. Slowly, she turned her head to the side, fixing the bound man in the backseat with a piercing, condescending glare that sent a shiver down his spine.

The mission had started off as a seemingly straightforward operation: capture the target and make a swift exit. But what was supposed to be a simple in-and-out job had quickly escalated into a lively street chase, thanks to the unexpected interference of the target’s loyal henchmen.

“Those guys of yours really gave us a run for our money,” Emmie’s voice, once cheerful and playful, now held a chilling edge to it that sharply contrasted with her earlier demeanor. The atmosphere in the car grew thick and oppressive, the tension noticeable as Emmie raised her pistol, her finger hovering ominously over the trigger, preparing to deliver her own brand of fairness to the situation.

However, before Emmie could speak another word, Bo interjected, his voice calm yet firm, a subtle warning lacing his words.

“We’re in the boss’s territory now, Emmie. Let’s try to keep a low profile.”

Emmie lowered her gun, her expression shifting from one of fierce resolve to crooked amusement.

“That’s rich,” she replied sarcastically. “It’s not like we didn’t just leave a trail of destruction with two totaled cars a few blocks back.” She shook her head, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Besides, with all the commotion we’ve caused, I doubt we’ll even get the chance to unwind with some karaoke tonight.”

The tension in the car eased slightly, replaced by a sense of weary resignation as they navigated the familiar territory.

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Authors' Notes:

JXKSHDKSUHHAUJ THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING THISSS! If you have any questions about this AU PLEASE ASK- our ask boxes are open!!!! - kit

I hope you guys enjoy this as we are having fun making it!!! :] - Kat