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topgunshenanigans · 2 years
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I fucking love Bob, this is a Bob stan blog.
King Bob
*wheezing at my own pathetic joke*
I would also like to confirm. He is still adorable. Smol just isn’t the word to describe him <3
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shotbyacowboy · 2 years
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all hail my little boy...
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krissiefox · 26 days
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Various toys and figurines. (full view to get a better look at them all!)
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cherrygummycandy · 7 months
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Cringe is dead, make a Disney Recess oc because they didn't have an art girl or silly bands in the show. Be wild.
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king bob from minions killed the queen
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King Bob from Minions killed the Queen!
Did your fave play a part in Queen Elizabeth the Second’s death? Submit them here!  
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phantomstatistician · 7 months
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Fandom: Recess
Sample Size: 112 stories
Source: AO3
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mechanical-sheikah · 2 years
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Just hear me out.
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Our new king.
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jeffcross5000 · 1 month
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CAPTAIN BOB!!!!!
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miss-stereo · 1 year
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jackelopeofthelake · 2 years
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topgunshenanigans · 2 years
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The real question is:
Does Bob fuck
Or
Does Bob get fucked
(Idfk who by but that is the true question)
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The Fisher King wasn't quite what the Doctor had expected.
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stalkerlicious · 1 year
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them ❤️
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cherrygummycandy · 1 year
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New school, New you.
(A Recess x New Kid!Reader fic)
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(AN: This is a part two to my previous x reader fic, I have aged all the characters up to highschool to account for language and more modern references. Probably a few OOC characters, but overall, I tried to stick to the characters original concepts.)
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Admittedly, you weren't expecting your first encounter with a fellow student to end up with you getting dragged around the Third-Street school's back lot. Ashley Spinelli pulls your arm, yanking you up a set of concrete stairs, giving you a decent view of the playground. Gus quickly grabs his marbles and follows the two of you, almost tripping as he scuffs one of his loafers on the bottom step. He lets out a yelp, prompting Spinelli to roll her eyes.
"Alright, new kid. Lemme get you caught up with the, uh-" Spinelli trails off, trying to think of a word to describe how the playground works. "Hierarchy?" Gus interjects. "Sure, yeah, that's what I was gonna say." Spinelli looks back over the playground and whispers "Geek...". Motioning to the center of the playground, a large jungle gym emerges. Bright red and green slides, blue climbing bars, and various other contraptions cover the structure, giving it a rather grand look, despite it just being playground equipment for an under-funded school. "See that guy up at the top?" Spinelli points upwards, to a boy sitting on top of the structure with a crown. You squint harder, noticing the crown seems to be more of a craft project than an actual crown. "Is he wearing a crown made out of-" "A baseball helmet? Yeah, I think so, no one's really sure where he got it from." Gus responds, answering your question for you. You get the feeling that's been asked a lot.
"That's King Bob, our schools dear leader." Gus holds his hand over his chest, eyes wide in admiration. You tilt your head in confusion, and Spinelli lightly smacks him on the back of the head, leading him to scramble as his glasses fall off. "Yeah, what Gus said. You're new, so you're definitely gonna have to meet the King at some point." Your posture tenses, getting a little smaller. "Um, why?" You ask. "He likes to keep tabs on all his, 'subjects.', y'know?" Spinelli uses some heavy finger quotes around subjects, giving you the impression not all his policies are popular on the playground.
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"Now, check out the dude under the tree over there." A guy in a trench coat can be seen leaning against a tree, eyes shifting back and forth as if checking for teachers. "That's Hustler Kid. He sells extra study guides, toys, snacks, and banned books. 'Long as it won't get him in trouble if you're caught, he'll sell it to ya." Spinelli explains, and Hustler kid seems to be sure the coast is clear, as he takes out a pack of smokes. "I thought he didn't sell stuff that could get kids in trouble?" You ask. Spinelli nods, "He doesn't. Those cigs are his, only his. I've made that mistake before." she sighs in exasperation. Gus scrambles back up the steps.
"Spinelli! You knocked my glasses halfway across the playground!" He complains, panting as he rests for a moment, hands on his knees. Spinelli only chuckles, folding her arms. "Didn't ask, Gus." You giggle a little at this, and Spinelli shoots you a grin. "Have you mentioned the Ashley's yet? T-That's kind of important." Gus trails off, freezing as if he recalling a harsh memory. "Good one Gus. Give em' the rundown, I gotta go to the bathroom." Spinelli heads out, casually punching your shoulder as she walks by. "The Ashley's are the meanest girls on the playground. They know everything that happens on the playground." He gets real quiet, and looks around quickly before repeating himself softly. "Everything." You nod, brows furrowed in concern. "The worst of them is Ashley A." You follow his gaze and see a gaggle of four fashionably dressed girls. One stands out, a girl with long brown hair dresses in purple sits in the middle. "Her dad is rich, and if she says she'll ruin your life, she means it. Whatever she says, goes.". "Have you had a problem with the Ashleys before, Gus?" You ask. He shudders. "I don't like to talk about it..." He mumbles, and you nod awkwardly.
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"Yo, Gus!" A loud voice rings out from a few feet away, causing you and Gus to turn your attention towards the voice. A tall boy in a basketball jersey jogs up the stairs. "Hey, we need a ref for kickball, 'think you can sub in?" The boy asks, foot tapping as he speaks. He clearly has quite a bit of energy, and seems desperate to get back to his game.
"I can't Vince, Spinelli's having me give the new kid a tour of the playground." Gus explains, gesturing to where you're stood. You give a small wave. "Oh shit, we got a new kid?" Vince says. "Language!" Gus squeaks, only to be brushed past. Vince leans up against the building in front of you, extending his free hand. "Hey, Im Vince, Vince LaSalle. Where you from?" He seems to look you over, as if unsure what to think of you just yet. "I'm just a transfer, it's my first day." You explain. "Spinelli caught you yet?" He asks with a laugh. "Yeah, she's, interesting..." He nods. "Are you any good at sports?" You shrug. "I mean, I was on the swim team at my old school, but I don't play many team sports." You admit. Vince sighs, but seems satisfied. "Well, I'm sure we can find something for you to do, maybe an equipment manager..." He pauses, and puts his hand on his head as if thinking.
"Or maybe, they just don't want to play sports?" Spinelli suggests, having returned from the restroom. Vince looks shocked, fumbling the ball in his hands and exclaiming "What! It's kickball, that's like, everything!" He seems almost offended. "It's everything to you, Vince." Spinelli slaps her hand on the underside of his ball, knocking it up out of his hands. He doesn't even flinch, now locked in a staring match with Spinelli. "Gus, go the ball." He says, and Gus only sighs before running to retrieve it. You're left with the pair, awkwardly looking back and forth between them. "Um, well..." You try to think of what to say to diffuse the situation. "Maybe I could go and watch you play sometime?" This seems to snap Vince out of his eye-brawl, and he looks over to you. "Yeah?" He asks. You nod. "Okay, yeah... cool!" He nods as he thinks, trying to suppress his grin. Spinelli gags. "Jeez, Vince. You're cheesin' harder than Mikey when we read 'Romeo and Juliet'. Knock it off." She groans, prompting an embarrassed look to spread across the boy's face. "Whatever, I gotta get back to my game." He turns around, hoping no one noticed the light blush dusting his face. "See ya' later, new kid". He calls, heading back to his Kickball game. Just as he leaves, Gus returns to the stairs, panting heavily. "Wha- where'd he go?" Gus asks, and Spinelli grins. "Just wandered off... who knows why?" Gus groans.
"I had to run halfway across the playground for this ball..."
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riveramorylunar · 1 year
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The only King I want is
KING BOB
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bababababananna · 1 year
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Fave minion moment
all of them .
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