#slug burger

[ppenguinpperson]

im rlly happy with this :]!!! my slug tendencies..

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

rewatched this episode last night and now i can't stop saying "and they've got bra on them" the same way rudy does

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

NEW ICON 🍔💚💚💚

[hooved]

why do i feel like i remember someone drawing quark eating a burger like jerma. did someone do that or is it just easy to imagine. can someone draw that. for me

[ltwharfy]

I love how Louise is just sort of randomly holding Rudy's hand in this scene in "Mission Impos-slug-ble". I mean, I'm pretty sure he's capable of holding his inhaler by himself. Whatcha doing there, Louise?

[summerhillzzz]

I don’t know where to post stuff I made that I think is cool anymore cause I’m old but here are these slightly unhinged Burobu cards from Bob’s Burgers

[br1ghtestlight]

episode titles for later season 14 episodes seem to have been released after the writer's strike ended

this brings the s14 episode count up to 21 episodes (assuming these aren't s15 titles which i dont think they would be almost a year away) possibly season 14 will end up with 22 episodes as originally intended?? but they may air later into the year than usual. but maybe not idk behind the scenes executive stuff

[catastropic]

new slug alert !!

[treatsforslug]

As a little slug, the lettuce is my favorite part of an Impossible Whopper.

[stims-underwater]

louise belcher stimboard

x x x | x o x | x x x

[realrogerhours]

That burger is so massive that it's got 2 pounds of meat in it

[braincloggedwithcats]

How's your Christmas been?

Pretty good! I finally pinned that moth I found a few days ago, waiting for it to dry to give as a late gift. I got some canvases and a new hoodie, pretty thrilled about that. If we're talking Christmas as an event rather than a day, most of my gifts have been very well received, I think I am very much winning in that regard. So overall very good, I am very pleasantly surprised because I usually find Christmas more annoying than anything

[8-dermestid]

HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY

(🪳/ 🐌 / 🐛) more thoughts and full spreads with (extra wee doodles) under the cut!!!

Pilbert Caterpillar (🐛)

- i really like pilby…. a while lot i think they are incredible, their autism. yaya.

- i wanna draw a bunch of regretevator characters chowing down on burgers and things i think pilby would order a whopper every time even tho it nearly sends them into a coma every time

makes me lol every time, i love bugs so i may consider adding more insectoid traits in the future…

Split (🐌)

- oohoho…. wahaha, listen….

- snails (/ bugs / insects / other small critters) communicate with pheromones nd things… Bive + Split can do this too

- sometimes they tap their antennae against each other nd just know what the other is feeling without having to verbally communicate

- great for autism nd bein nonverbal sometimes i live for nonverbal communication, i wish antennae were real on people…

- if i ever did a more critter-oriented design for Split it would def be based on the Pacific Banana Slug (Ariolimax columbianus) or mayhaps even the California variety… i just need her to be based on a bug, fat, yellow slug. that is all.

- as for the burger post i think Split would order one of those bug, fat burgers that always falls apart after about three bites, sooo much sauce (she likes brown mustard)

Bive (🪳)

- I just keep making her coat longer, say goodbye to her feetsies waahaa

- assigning her a cockroach!!!!!!!! she would be the madagascar hissing cockroach (G. portentosa)…. i like the idea that she just shrieks when being touched, such a howler

- she eats like a messy beast, ketchup and mustard all over her coat and chin, eats with her hands bc she does not trust forks

- She is so autistic and psychotic, i love this bug, her antennae buzz and flick around as she walks and ooh… mayhaps i will give her a cane or some other mobility aid

[idontknowhsh]

the chokehold the secret history has me on is exactly why the hype makes sense

the writting. the characters. FRANCIS. camilla. richard. charles and henry are alright but FRANCIS????????? absurd. the plot. the twists. the wtf moments. THE EPILOGUE. GOD DAMMED EPILOGUE. the latin and greek random phases. THEM COMMUNICATING IN GREEK. charles sleeping in a slug and richard doing coke on the burger king parking lot. the funny bits. the fuck this book bits. the secondary characters whose name i have forgotten but make the story humane. richard being gay. francis being very much gay. charles being weird. henry being a complete sociopath. camilla just existing. FRANCIS. the funeral. smoking absolutely all the time. being drunk on WHISKEY all the time too. RICHARD’S PERCEPTION WHILE HIGH BEING ACTUALLY REALLY ACCURATE. the winter he spent almost dead. him being shot and just waiting for the rest to finish talking to let them know. bunny being absolutely book stupid. he’s really not that bad. give him a chance. also francis. them communicating by letters, vintage styled. everyone around them on colorful 80s clothes and them, walking around academically dressed in suits. francis wearing a pince nez. absolutely iconic. him making out with almost everyone there. milf man i love francis. also richard. not much to say here just richard.

yeah im done might keep going tho so not so done

[ltwharfy]

"Did John Lithgow play John Larroquette in a movie, or was that just a dream?" This may be my favorite Gene Belcher line. Really, it may be one of my favorite quotes from anything, ever.

I honestly wish I could ask it any time anybody asks if I have any questions, but that really only tends to come up in work related situations and I am worried that quoting a weird Bob's Burgers joke would come off as unprofessional.

I wish I had thought about this line when I was coming up with my user name on AO3, even though I am sure people would be confused why a user whose name referenced John Lithgow and John Larroquette was posting Bob's Burgers fic, instead of the 3rd Rock From the Sun/Night Court crossover stories that the world needs now more than ever.

[according2thelore]

LITERALLY that "dad I'm gay and stronger than you" post had me like ..! my friend and I have been screaming for A Week Straight about the concept of Actual Child Monarch boykingofhell!Sam manifesting his powers early on and just. he and Dean figuring this is probably just another one of those Things We Don't Tell Dad. like, Sam who always knows where the radar traps will be on the interstate, and Sam jedi-whammying the motel clerk into forgetting their overdue payments... John flipping his absolute shit when he finds out; Sam being like "you can't stop me" and John being like "... You're /twelve/, yes, I can" and Sam being like "uh. you're just a guy, dad. I have all of hell at my disposal. do your worst, I guess???" John figuring that if he can't exorcize the hell outta Sam, he can at least make sure Sam can't get out of hell; telling Dean that he really tried but that the demonic forces killed Sam before John could save him; smash cut to early-20s Dean in his first year of solo hunting encountering a crossroads case, where the vics freak out anytime they're alone with him because "can't [he] see that massive fucking hellhound trailing after [him]?!" and the crossroads demon who can't believe who they're looking at when he finally gets them cornered. crossroads demon who smokes out under exorcism, but not before telling Dean "your brother wants to see you"

...anon...holy shit anon...

you are so correct!!

i think that in this situation (growing up with (to his knowledge) a dead sam, and a dad that "let" him die) dean would be more than passively suicidal. he doesn't care about himself, he failed. sam is dead. dean gets reckless, but he just barely avoids dying more than once, just a hairsbreadth.

he drinks until he can't walk straight, gets in the car, and wakes up in the motel parking lot. he goes half-cocked into a werewolf hunt, and he's sure that there's a werewolf behind him about to take him out (and isn't going to stop it, not really), but when he finally gets his finger around the trigger and turns around, the werewolf's ten feet away looking blank and confused. he puts a nominal effort into stitching up a bullet hole, doesn't even bother digging the slug out, and passes out in a random motel. next morning, the bullet's on the nightstand, and the stitches are even and tight. it's not enough to be completely concerned--hell, dean's borderline black-out drunk at any given moment, can't remember the last time he was completely sober--but it's...weird.

animals suddenly hate his fucking guts. dean used to tease sammy about it, about the fact that animals seemed to love dean and hate sammy. they would cringe away from sam's touch, skitter out from under his feet. birds would land on the impala if dean was driving, deer would poke their heads out of the woods if he walked past. but now...dean can't remember the last time he even saw a dog.

they just...flee. even at witnesses' houses, dean sees food bowls and chew toys and hears nails clacking on wood upstairs, but they tuck tail and run as soon as he knocks on the door.

after that first case, that first crossroads case where they name the thing, a Hell Hound...dean thinks it's bullshit. he's heard of black dogs, but this is new. it's weird.

he names it hooch. he and sam had seen that movie at a drive-in one summer, and he figures he's kind of fighting crime, right? he jokingly orders an extra patty on his burger and leaves it out for his imaginary dog, and the next morning it's gone. on the next hunt, the vampire doesn't even come within fifteen feet of dean before something rips its leg off at the knee.

when he calls the demon, it keeps looking down at dean's feet warily, back and forth, like something is pacing between them, something low. the demon keeps giving vague non-answers, distracted, and dean slaps his thigh, calls, 'hooch. down, boy.' and the demon...stops.

then those words...your brother wants to see you your brother wants to see you yourbrotherwantstoseeyou YourBrotherWantsToSeeYou.

dean is apoplectic. he finds the colt, finds the gate, heads into hell without a second thought, muttering to hooch the whole way (you better fucking rip some demons up you lazy son of a bitch).

sam's eyes are yellow, all the way through. bright yellow. he's huge. grown. beautiful. it's everything dean never thought he'd get to see. he dreamed about sam being this old, about sam having hands that dwarf a machete handle, of shoulders that blot out the stars.

sam doesn't react at first, knows that dad sent dean on a solo hunt before it all went down, but doesn't know how much dean knew about it, about dad locking him down here. dean doesn't even question why he's on a throne, why demons flank him on either side, heads bowed, why no demons even tried to stop dean from getting here, why they flinched away from him like something would swoop out of the dark and steal them if they brushed his shoulders.

"sammy," dean says--begs, really--for the first time in years, sam's smile falters. his eyes are hazel again, and his bottom lip trembles, and dean begs, "come with me, come home. please."

maybe it works, and they leave, and dean pulls sam into a hug so vicious that they both cry. maybe sam works from afar, and they relearn each other. their first hunt is ripping john winchester's head from his shoulders and trading kisses in his blood.

or maybe it doesn't. maybe dean stays, because they won't be separated like this, not again. the world's got other hunters, and dean has sam, and the rest of it can go fuck itself.

and sam has the life he's always wanted: power. respect. love. dean. (those last two are the same, really). and a dog, that keeps stealing dean's shoes.

anyway anon...much to think about...i love this...and you, coincidentally, mwah.

you and your friend galaxy-brained this one i fear.

-lizzy