Hello, and welcome to my profile!

My name is Lauren, and, as you might have guessed, I am a huge fan of Bob's Burgers.

I created this account so that I could post all of my Bob's Burgers fan fiction here, so I hope you enjoy reading them. My first story will be mainly Louise themed, (as she's my favourite character) and will be uploaded on the first of July.

Writing is one of my favourite things to do, and writing about my favourite show just makes it better.

A Little Bit About Me:

Name: Lauren

Age: is something you should never ask a lady.

Residence: born and bred in Portsmouth, UK.

Favourite music: Michael Jackson, Jackie Evancho, Kyary Pamyu Pamyu, Babymetal, BlackPink, Momoland, classical music, and movie soundtracks.

Favourite books: the Harry Potter series, Watership Down, A Little Princess, Stephen King books, The Secret Garden, and Enid Blyton, among many others.

Favourite movies: Coraline, Calamity Jane, Singin' in the Rain, Willow, The Neverending Story, Oliver! (1968), Shirley Temple movies, Jaws, Watership Down, South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut. I love horror movies, and musicals - even better when they're combined!

Favourite TV shows: Bob's Burgers, South Park, Malcolm in the Middle, Black Mirror, Friends, SpongeBob SquarePants, and I will always love Tom and Jerry.

What I Do in My Spare Time: Currently, I'm a waitress, which takes up a lot of my time, but I always manage to find time to write. I also sing (not professionally, but here's hoping), so I'm constantly practising, and travelling for gigs. Other than that, I do enjoy drawing, dancing, shopping, and I like to make videos for YouTube. I am a bit boring, really.

Anyways, enough about me. On with the useless, random stuff we all love to read!

I, BBStories, hereby pledge to leave a review for every fic that I enjoy, no matter how old, how many reviews it already has, or how many chapters it contains. I have joined the Review Revolution. Will you?

Ways to tell you're a writer:

You know you're a writer...
-If you talk to yourself.

-If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. ‘I wonder why I talk to myself so much?’)

-If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. ‘Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word ‘deliver’ could mean removing someone’s liver?’)

-If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, ‘Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!’

-If you live off of sugar and caffeine.

-If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet.

-If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.

-If, when replying to someone else’s e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether.

-If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper.

-If the letters are starting to wear off on the keys of your keyboard.

-If people think you might have A.D.D.

-If you think it’d be cool to have A.D.D.

-If you start constantly talking in third person, past tense.

-If you think about making lists like this, and start giggling for no ‘apparent’ reason.

-If your friends don’t even bother to look funny at you anymore when you start giggling for no apparent reason.

- If you worship English 101.

-Your friend tells you a heartbreaking story, and your first reaction is to insert a character from your favourite series into it.

-You are writing scenes in your head corresponding to scenes from a manga or anime episode.

-You have ideas for fanfics involving characters from your OWN original fiction.

-You are convinced that by writing a fic, it will eventually become canon.

-You are often angry at the original writer for not having the plot done your way.

-You haven’t updated your blog in a month because you are too engrossed in your current crack pairing project.

-You know you’re a fanfic writer when you can’t get through a single episode of your choice series without rewriting it in your head with your own OC involved somehow in the plot.

-You know you’re a writer if looking out the window is part of the job.

-You stutter when asked what you do

-You edit others conversations in your head while listening to them.

-You always carry a note book

-You are constantly saying…I should write that down

-You know you’re a writer if you get cranky when you don’t have time to write.

-You know you’re a writer if your friend tells you a heartbreaking story and your first reaction is – wow, that would make an incredible plot for a novel. You know you’re a smart writer if you manage to keep that reaction to yourself.

-You know you’re a writer when – in the middle of the most important English final exam of your life – something in your English paper sparks your imagination and you spend most of the exam thinking about a new plot-line for your series.

-"Aha!" moments hit you in the middle of the night and wake you up out of dead sleep.

-You would rather talk to the voices in your head than the person sitting next to you.

-You would rather write than go out.-

Copy and paste this into your profile if you're a writer!

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Post this in your profile if you believe Homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-Post this to help stop racism!!:

A black man was talking to a white man and said: "I'm black. When I was born I was black. When I grew up, I was black. When I'm sick, I'm black. When I go in the sun, I'm black. When I'm cold, I'm black. When I die, I'll still be black. But you: When you were born, you were pink. When you grew up, you were white. When you're sick, you're green. When you go in the sun you're red. When you're cold, you're blue. When you die, you'll be purple. And you have the nerve to call me coloured."