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I want what they haveđ„Č
Bob's Burgers, The Gene and Courtney Show (S6: E7)
#boblin#bob x linda#bob belcher#linda belcher#the gene and courtney show#bobs burgers season 6#bobâs burgers gif#bobs burgers#bobâs burgers#valentineâs day#happy valentineâs day#happy valentines
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9/3 Bob! 9 is divisible by 3!! đ The kids finally gift their parents their very own matching friendship bracelets for their anniversary đâš
#had a bad day sooo burger fanart it tis!!#fanart#bobs burgers#digital art#bobs burgers fanart#i forgot my art tag#procreate#bobs burgers movie#tina belcher#gene belcher#louise belcher#bob x linda#sketches#digital aritst#digital sketch#bob belcher#linda belcher#boblin
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the ship dynamic ever :â-)
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I turned 31 yesterday, and I have the best husband in the entire world đâ€ïžđ
#bobs burgers#bob x linda#linda belcher#bob belcher#kill the turkey#birthday#so happy#theyâre cupcakes and theyâre delicious
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i have an affinity for couples holding each other in the rain.
#bobâs burgers#bob belcher#linda belcher#bob x linda#boblin#fanart#i got tired of working on my swap au wip so i just drew them instead lol
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Boblin from memory !!
#bobs burgers#bob's burgers#bobs burgers fanart#bobs burgers art#bob belcher#linda belcher#boblin#bob x linda#posca doodle
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After the Simpsons, "Bob's burger" is THE comedy serie for me, its funny, the kids are crazy and the parents are in love đ
Bob and Linda from Bob's burger
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Hi! Whatâs a song that makes you think of your favorite character or ship from Bobâs Burgers?
Oh, my gosh! This was buried so deep in my inbox! đ
OOOO, đ Well, I certainly have some songs that remind me of a few ships!
Would anyone of you believe me if I said the song âI Will Always Love Youâ by Whitney Houston is a Louigan song?... Okay, Iâm lying, itâs not a Louigan song; itâs a Boblin song. đ
Okay, the real two songs by Halestorm here are songs that remind me of Louise and Loganâs relationship. âPrivate Partsâ and âHate It When You See Me Cry.â
I donât care if this is cringe, but âWaiting for Supermanâ by Daughtry is a Zekina song hands down. đ„șđđđ
Iâve always loved the song âThe Reasonâ by Hoobastank, and honestly, the more I thought about it, itâs the perfect song for Tinimmy; itâs just a cute emotional song, and it makes me go âAwâ whenever I think about this for Tina and Jimmy Jr.
Thanks so much for the ask, Babs! This was a lot of fun to answer! đđđ
#asks#ask#my asks#tragedies answers stuff#babsvibes#bobs burgers#bob's burgers#boblin#louigan#zeke x tina#tina x zeke#zekina#tinimmy#bob x linda#louise x logan#logan x louise#tina x jimmy jr#jimmy jr x tina#linda x bob#song list#songs#songs i like
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A little birdy (and by that, I mean my tumblr feed) told me we were doing our Top Tens for our favorite Bob's Burgers Couple moments proudly sponsored by @drawthethingdoppelganger
So here is my contribution, with my favorite Boblin moments, in this nifty little graphic I made. It's a bit hard to read, so if you're having a hard time, please see the list below:
10) Faking a talented performance at Maya and Beckettâs party.
9) Bob and Linda cheat at trivia.
8) Bob and Lindaâs âfancyâ Kingshead Island Tomato Shack date, with mud.
7) Bob tells Linda he loves her after Linda drinks wine from a kitchen rag.
6) Linda gives Bob his missed middle school dance experience.
5) Bobâs failed quest to surprise Linda with the Love-Test-O-Meter for Valentineâs Day.
4) The love confession in Fresh Feed.
3) Bob ârobsâ the restaurant for Lindaâs final "Dreamatorium" performance to save the show.
2) Linda taking the kids and going on the lam with Bob if he âkills Teddy."
1)Bob recruiting a whole team of people to help search "Wetty, Set, Go" for Lindaâs anniversary ring.
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Jeff Sadecki in Yellowjackets, as played by Warren Kole
Joel Hammond in Santa Clarita Diet, as played by Timothy Oliphant
Bob Belcher in Bobâs Burgers, as voiced by H. Jon Benjamin
Ultimate Ride-or-Dies, Part 4/?
Husband Goals edition
[1] [2] [3]
#yellowjackets#yjs#jeff sadecki#shauna x jeff#warren kole#santa clarita diet#joel hammond#sheila x joel#timothy olyphant#bobâs burgers#bobs burgers#bob belcher#bob x linda#h jon benjamin#ride or die#husband goals#mine
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Happy valintines day pt3
#camilraeda#ot3#generator rex#marvel#dcu#bbrae#robstar#rex x circe#dick x barbara#multishipper#polyamory#tumblr#pepperony#romanogers#bob x linda#bobs burgers#valentines day#helluva boss#moxxie x millie#chaggie#hazbin hotel#the owl house
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âIf you have good times, and if you have good rhymes
You may have found your one and only
But then the one you like-like says "take a hike-hike"
Then suddДnly you're lonely.
But still be glad, Дven if you're sad.
Take comfort just in knowing
You'll be okay, it's Valentine's Day
Your heart's not broken, it's only growingâ đ
#valentineâs day#happy valentines#bobs burgers#bobâs burgers#bobs burgers gif#my fuzzy valentine#canât buy me math#the gene and courtney show#bob actually#v for valentine-detta#bed bob & beyond#romancing the beef#ferry on my wayward bob and linda#bob belcher#linda belcher#boblin#bob x linda#tina belcher#gene belcher#louise belcher#courtney wheeler#teddy bobs burgers#flips whitefudge#princess paula mccartney#scottjohn dansteve
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just a happy burger couple
#bobâs burgers#bob belcher#linda belcher#boblin#bob x linda#Bob Belcher X Linda Belcher#my art#bobâs burgers fanart#I played with textured brushes in this one
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Maybe five or six for the ship prompts!
5 - write about a casual kiss between your ship
The kitchen floods with lightâhis body with panic. Bob winces. Briefly, stupidly, he considers trying to shove the bread behind the toaster oven and making up a lie about the butter. I was⊠just⊠taking it out so it would be soft for breakfast. No, Lin, I do this all the time. Well, youâve never woken up while I was doing it before!
He has a good five or six inches on his wife, but the steely look in her eye makes her shape fill the doorway. Arms crossed, she pads angrily over to him on her tiny, pointy, kicky, bare feet. Some merciful facet of his brain that isnât currently terrified registers the way her hips move under her nightgown. He tries to swallow, but all his spit has disappeared. And his mouth is full of evidence.
Bob lowers the piece of bread in his hand and attempts to form words around the chunk still in his mouth. âIâmââ
âWhat? Sorry?â Linda reaches him, instantly all up in his face, her voice uncharacteristically hushed to account for their sleeping kids, yet somehow still deafening. âYouâre sorry I caughtâcha, Bobby?â She narrows her eyes, hissing out the next part so it sounds extra venomous. âWith your mistress?â
He squints back at her, finally choking down his glorious, yeasty, perfectly-buttered bite of bread. Focusing on the taste puts some fight in him.
ââŠYou know what? Iâm not sorry.â Bob tenses his whole body to keep from chuckling as he watches her mouth fall open in exaggerated shock. âYeah, thatâs right. You kicked me awake, and then I couldnât go back to sleep thinking about the bread all alone out here. It probably thought we didnât love it enough to eat it right away.â
Linda is leaning on him now, squashing her torso against his arm with considerable force. Is she⊠trying to physically intimidate him? Or maybe she thinks she can seduce him into defeat by pressing her chest against his side, drumming up some cleavage. It wouldnât be the first time. Plenty of Linâs wiles begin with her just kind of⊠putting her boobs on him.
Bob surveys her coolly. âAlso,â he says, tapping a finger against the loaf on the counter, âitâs not my mistress. Itâs like⊠my child.â His voice rasps with sudden emotion. âThis bread is our fourth child.â
One corner of Lindaâs mouth lifts into a lopsided smile, but she stays incredulous. âOh, so you were on daddy duty, huh? Came to check on our little bun-fresh-out-the-oven?â Delighting herself, her smile is the real deal now. âDidja hear it rye-ing over the baby monitor?â
He rolls his eyes so hard it almost hurts, but canât hide his amusement. âYou know itâs not rye. Itâsââ
âGarlic sourdough woven with rosemary-thyme whole wheat sourdough,â she chimes in, doing her best Dedicated Chef Bob impressionâa deep, goofy voice that sounds nothing like him. She wraps an arm around her husband, breaching the waistband of his boxers to slide her palm against his soft, warm hip. Planting her chin on his shoulder, she stifles a yawn. âSee? I listen. Iâm a good flour mama.â
Bob hums, a floaty sensation ballooning in his chest as she parrots back to him the recipe heâd been mentioning all week. Itâs not surprising, anymore, how Linda pays attention to the things that excite him. But itâs never stopped feeling good.
âYou are,â he confirms. From the corner of his eye, he takes a second to study her. Linâs glasses are sitting a bit crooked, probably from hastily throwing them on to catch him in the act. Her thick, wavy hair is mussed from sleep. She notices him sneaking a stare and trains her ridiculously dark brown eyes on his. Definitely not for the first time, Bob thinks about how her eye color perfectly matches just-ground espresso after itâs been tamped down tight, waiting to be brewed. Sometimes he struggles to maintain eye contact, even with someone heâs loved for fifteen years, but he holds her gaze. Waits a beat. âYouâre one in glu-ten million.â
She blinks once. Twice. Then sheâs snort-laughing much too loudly and giving his love handle an affectionate squeeze, making him yelp and twist toward her. âLook at youuu, beinâ all cutesy-wootsey!â Her free hand skitters up his chest and brushes over his mustache as she beams at him. âMust be the Thanksgiving Eve magic. You gonna kiss me under the wishbone tomorrow before you go full crazy-pants kitchen troll, or what?â
âMmmaybe.â Bob smiles gently against her fingertips. âTina will fight you for the wishbone, though. I guess I could⊠kiss you under some giblets? Uh, before I start the gravy.â
âOoh, giblet kisses. Romantic,â Linda coos. Her hand slips out of his shorts and he feels her fingers patter against the underside of his butt cheek. She points her chin toward the bread, eyes bright. âNow gimme a piece!â
Grabbing the serrated knife, Bob canât suppress a wobbly giggle. âItâs so good, Lin. Better than I thought I could get it. I think the test loaves really helped.â
Earlier in the week, he had baked each dough recipe into two smaller, individual loaves to get their proofs right. Then, cautiously happy with the results, heâd launched the main eventâmeticulously braiding the batches together, then reshaping them into a single round, bubbly, perfectly-marbled mass. Heâd been consumed by bread stuff for days. At one point, Linda had resorted to wrestling the laptop away from him when heâd stayed up until 2 AM researching techniques to keep sourdough properly inflated. But it was worth it. The final loaf is crusty and deeply golden all along its surface, the lighter and darker dough shades contrasting beautifully. Specks of the chopped herbs mixed into its whole wheat portions are visible in the scores, which look like stalks of wheat. The bread is downright gorgeous. Every time Bob lays eyes on it, he wants to burst into tears.
âAww, my little Bobby baker,â Linda says. She stares hungrily as the knife glides through the loaf with several satisfying crunches. âI feel kinda dirty, though.â Her nails tap against the countertop in anticipation. âYou made a whole big show about nobody eating it âtil tomorrow.â
Bob snorts. âThat was just so Gene wouldnât eat literally all of it. Heâs as excited about it as I am.â He slathers Lindaâs slice in the fancy farmerâs market butter heâd safeguarded to use exclusively with his bread, then presents it to her.
She reaches for it, eyes shining, but furrows her brow when he pulls it back slightly. Shifting closer, she goes for it again. Bob holds the piece out of range, eyebrows raised and wearing the faintest of smirks. Linda scrunches her nose at him, about to complain, before she tracks him looking at her lips and realization dawns. She laughs tenderly and balls a fist in his shirt, leaning up and in. He meets her halfway. The kiss is quick, but so sweet that both their eyelids flutter shut.
âOoh, mm,â Linda exclaims. âYou taste like butter.â She yanks firmly on his collar. âGive me the frigginâ bread.â
Bob offers it in earnest. Suddenly, heâs plagued with nerves.
She gingerly takes it from him, her bottom lip jutting out. âNo toasting?â
He gives his head a curt shake. âDoesnât even need it.â Why does he feel like heâs just asked her out and is desperately hanging on a response? Dumb, he thinks.
Linda sinks her teeth into the bread. Bobâs eyes feel way too big for his face as he watches her chew. Slowly, she brings a hand up to cover her mouth, then locks gazes with him. He worries he might accidentally pee a little.
Swallowing, Linda flashes him a megawatt grin. âOh. Bob. Hon.â She touches his chest. âItâs really good.â
âRight?â Blinding triumph ricochets through him. âThanks. I kind of canât believe it came from me.â He picks up his own piece, raising it to his mouth, then pauses. âIs this what giving birth feels like?â
âYeah, sure,â Linda says around her second bite. âLittle more sweat and blood with a human baby, maybe. And you donât eat it after. Itâs been a while.â
Just as Bobâs lips reconnect with his slice, the unmistakable creak of a door opening slams into him. Linda freezes mid-chew.
Geneâs voice, cushioned by a heavy yawn, sidles out from down the hall. âIs that butter I smellâŠ?â
Bobâs eyes bore into Lindaâs. âHow is he smelling the butter?â he asks frantically, barely above a whisper.
âHeâs very talented!â she hisses back, jabbing a finger into his upper arm. âYou made him! Get down, get on the floor. Iâm going.â
Bob has only seconds to hide the bread and butter before Lindaâs pushing him to his knees. âOh, God. LinâOW,â he grunts, belly hitting the linoleum. Itâs not lost on him that none of this is necessary.
Linda spins on her heel and trots through the doorway, her tone sing-songy as she rushes to intercept their son. âGenie weenie beanie baby,â she calls, âyouâre⊠dreaminâ. Oooooohh, Iâm the, uh⊠ghost of Thanksgiving future. You gotta go back to bed. Or the turkeyâs gonna be dry.â
âNooo,â Gene drawls after a sleepy moment. âYouâre a mom-poster. Dadâs turkey would never be dry.â
Bob snickers to himself, huffing as he uses the counter to regain his footing. He pulls out his masterpiece and cuts a slice for Gene.
A/N: their love language is shitty puns <3
#fanfic#writing prompts#boblin#bob/linda#bob x linda#bobâs burgers#bobs burgers#bob belcher#linda belcher#otp#1500 wordsâŠ. ok. alright. guess man CAN live on bread and boblin alone
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BOBâS BURGERSÂ âą 11x22 | VAMPIRE DISCO DEATH DANCEÂ
Lin, I know that they're your friends. It's just, they do make a mess. It's rude. You-you maybe shouldn't be friends with them.
#bob's burgers#bob belcher#linda belcher#bobsburgersedit#bobsedit#bobs burgers#bob x linda#11x22#bob's burgers 11x22#animationedit#mygifsets#mygifs#myedits
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