#scooby dooby doors

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The New Scooby-Doo Movies S01E05 - Guess Who's Knott Coming to Dinner (1972) Hanna Barbera Productions

This episode contains the first ever ‘Scooby Dooby Doors’ skit.

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Good Lamb Studios released its first preview of the upcoming Holiday Special,

in which the Inspector turns up in a variety of places with snack and drink in hand, just by passing through a variety of doors. Until he arrives to find Noël in a hotel room with an unwanted visitor.

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Full House The Perfect Couple Door Chase Scene

This clip is from the Full House Season 7 Episode, "The Perfect Couple." Stephanie Tanner (Jodie Sweetin), gives chase after Nicky and Alex Katsopolis (Blake and Dylan Tuomy-Wilhoit) in a hilarious door chase sequence!!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

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⋆｡ﾟ jake sim fics that feed my brainrot ﾟ｡⋆

my sweet, sweet love

warning: there are suggestive themes/smut that may be embedded throughout the fluff and angst fics as well)! please dni if that makes you uncomfortable!! minors dni, please‼️

part two jake fic rec list here!

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all time favourites ♡

(fics contain a combination of genres including fluff, angst, suggestiveness, smut)

♡ unrequited love

♡ act now, think later!

♡ watermelon sugar

♡ pov

♡ your name

♡ jake sim: the first love trope

♡ kiss and make up

♡ skin on skin

skin on skin pt. 2

♡ behind closed doors

♡ brand new moves

♡ good boys go to heaven

♡ let you break my heart again

♡ ready? set…touchdown! tutor?

♡ i’ll save you (again)

♡ be my backyard boy

♡ scooby dooby doo, lookin’ for boo!

fluff ❀

❀ too close

❀ safety precautions

❀ attention, please! (rugby jake)

❀ three questions (he wished were never answered)

❀ the partner project

❀ you can find me in your arms

❀ somewhere in forever

❀ sick

❀ taste of your lips

❀ room for two

❀ 3:04 am

❀ einstein kisses

❀ kisses in the rain

another day(te) in the rain

❀ unnamed (drabble)

❀ i’ve never known someone like you

❀ fake

❀ t-shirt

❀ i love me better when i’m with you

❀ wrong order

❀ prince jake

❀ greeting

❀ jake as a boyfriend (headcannons)

angst ☽

☽ glimpse

☽ the sun

☽ worries

☽ if only i could have treated you the way you deserved

☽ sweetly

☽ skater boy

☽ please remember me when our youth is gone

☽ green with envy

suggestive/smut ☁︎

☁︎ s.o.s - skin on skin

☁︎ ping! we should fuck

☁︎ best mistake

☁︎ change up!

☁︎ air dropping love at 305

☁︎ under the influence

☁︎ simp

☁︎ nonsense

nonsense pt.2

☁︎ boyfriend

☁︎ bad boy gone good

☁︎ my neighbour’s son

my neighbour’s son pt.2

☁︎ silly mistake

☁︎ happy birthday mr. sim

my shy husband

☁︎ drunk texting

☁︎ shooting star

☁︎ best friends!

☁︎ polaroid lust

☁︎ (i just) died in your arms

☁︎ only kisses

☁︎ 12:30 am

☁︎ burn for you

☁︎ ride

☁︎ wish come true

☁︎ mischief

☁︎ what are we?

☁︎ after game

☁︎ loser no more

☁︎ attention, please!

☁︎ double lines

☁︎ love foolish

☁︎ forget me not

☁︎ sex express

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Episode 37 screenshots let's gooooooooo

Sorry in advance there is like, twice as many screen shots here as last time

As usual spoilers for episode 37 but nothing tremendously plot important

Not even a full second into the intro : "I hate myself" - Andy

Richie:

He's thinking of all the funny ways to edit this

"Cold.. Twist..." "Derek man, sometimes I don't know half the shit that comes out of your mouth"-Andy

I already have 2 screenshots I haven't even made it to the bean footage yet

Torbeks TO-DO list my beloved

I love Nikkie's reaction to something sad Torbek said

Compared to Mace's reaction to the exact same thing

I could tell you what's going on here, but it wouldn't make anymore sense. Let's just say it had to do with a pool of acid, Frog Gricko, and Torbeks buttcheaks. Frost is not very Impressed

"Torbek looks like he's wearing a pair of furry ass-less chaps"-Nikkie "He looks like a baboon, it's all red" - Derek

"The acid might have cured the hemorrhoids though Torbek doesn't feel- Ah, they're still there" - Torbek "I don't think those are hemorrhoids Torbek..." - Gricko

"I called that it was a three floor dungeon, pay up Torbek" - Gricko

Kremy : Don't worry Torbek we aren't judging you

Also Kremy :

Poor Torbek, lol

Scooby Dooby Doo, Gricko is referencing you he also gave us some colecroux content, it;s funny that we get as much GideonxKremy content from Nikkie and Mike as we do from Richie and Mace

"No no no, we agreed that it was poopy butthole"

"I'm going to go to door number... 2!" peak humor right here

Andy, almost whispering : What the Fuck

they're watching Gideon and Kremy pretend to be just friends

"The crotch is all eaten out"

"FROSTY YOUR A GENIUS" - Gricko "It only took you 37 episodes"-Kremy

goofy guy

"MAAD-SALT-JIZZ" - Torbek.... yep

He is making some... pretty loud slurping noises

It's a Chamber Pot

I don't have a caption for this other than various screeming

"You have to earn all that gold if you want to make a giant golden cock"

AAAAAND SCENE

[chartmyfixations]

cris watches dr. who: s02e10 - "Love & Monsters"

"No one upsets my mum!" - Rose

Hey! It's Mr. Teatime/Kalinda's horrible husband

Oh god he's a vlogger avant la lettre

Scooby Dooby doors! Jinkies

Hey! It's Moaning Myrtle/one of Bridget Jones' friends

Honey, it's not a chance of one in a million to find something if you were actively googling for it

“It wasn't the Aliens that took her away, it was the drugs.” Ummmm

The sound of the universe is the wheezing engine of the Tardis?

Ugh. Victor is like when you invite a munchkin to a fun D&D group

ELO-MONTAGE

Hee. I love how Jackie effortlessly ticks off all the boxes for a spy. Agent double O Tyler

Is Victor a Slitheen? He has to be an alien, right?

Wait, no, he  doesn't fart

Jackie female!gazing her sexy handyman - she's a menace, but: same, girl

“They know how to do things, the French.” I can just imagine Jennifer Coolidge staying that

Aw, Jackie. You can have a wistful moment of reflection and still fuck Marc Warren, you know

Oh, Linda, why are you all falling for the not so subtle trickery of Victor the Alien. Sigh

“He's a little bit Slitheen” Ha!

"LINDA United pull!" Yeah, the faces on the rotund alien were already a little silly, but this is where the episode goes full on camp

Yes, we know the Doctor is an agent of chaos -- when will Rose and Jackie pay the price?!

Oh my god, that poor girl is stuck as a tile? She should be way less fine with this. I think I'd rather be haunting a magical girl's bathroom, thank you very much

7 out of 8 Tardes. Excellent, non-traditional episode, but we're docking points for her ending up as a silly tile and making me think about their sex life

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Scooby Doo and the Cyber Chase

forcefully review as watched by Deluge

spoilers, obviously, but then again, I'm the one watching it for the first time.

Wait, I've seen this guy before, blue electric man thing

Damn, It's always US Unis that look so lively. It's rarely this lively here in Aus. Then again, probably just media portraying it as lively.

There's always a Dog? Where? Joke...

Yoooo Its the name of the movie!

Well yeah, You usually use a magnet to brick a hard drive, I think.

They really are being tempted by scooby snaxs.

Self aware joke on how they split up

The power of cartoons is truly extraordinary, being able to lure and shock a virus

They got to the Scooby Dooby Do song~

I was expecting a Corri-Doors bit...

I wonder who sent them in....

Play ball? Baseball? The other student.

Level one clear!

There's another square at the base of the coliseum, really suspecting baseball boy

They pulled out the quick change, let's go

Dinosauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuur!

It's probably the baseball dude

Wooly mammoths!

Damn, Pterodactyl baby is bigger than i expected

The Doppelgangers, Cyber Doppelgangers. and in classic outfits. and reverse palate swap for Scoob and Shaggy, Which I heard are from a different era of TV Scooby.

Yeah I really think its the baseball guy

OOO, classic monsters

Dear god, Blake, flirting with Blake

Lol, playing in the amusement park to dunk on the old villains, literally

Man had the damn magnet the entire time

Yep, figured as much. Baseball guy.

Hmmm.... After credits interview

kinda like the bloopers at the end of old pixar movies

Overall, Interesting premise, but I feel its a little drawn out, considering the clues pretty clearly pointed us in the right direction on whodunit. Not as much musical inserts. Props for old references that I vaguely get.

7/10

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[enteringdullsville]

“Don’t close the door don’t close the door DON’T CLOSE THE DOOR”

It’s Color Theory EP 18.

Scooby Dooby Don’t

Trivia

This is the first Microsketch to feature Lyman, Coco, Tyler, and Chloe. This also marks Lyman’s second speaking role overall and the first episode since Tyler’s debut where he doesn’t speak.

This marks Tyler’s third consecutive appearance and the first episode in which he appears but Ingrid and Geneva don’t.

No Yellow or Violet Type Drewmans appear.

The fake parody names given here are all what the characters are literally named in the show’s version of Scooby-Doo. The Drewmans, unlike me, fear no copyright laws.

This is the first Microsketch to parody a specific franchise. This is also the first Microsketch to lack bloopers, instead having a post-episode skit.

After her difficulties walking the episode prior, Coco/Shooby is exclusively seen on all fours when in character.

Is Coco’s character a girl or is she playing a guy? I don’t really know.

While everyone else has a costume, Chloe/Irma only wears a palette swap of her usual outfit due to the ropes covering the insignia on her chest and her legs being offscreen eliminating the need to replace her pants with a skirt.

Despite debuting in episode three and already having a spotlight episode, this is the first time Peony’s colors are used for the title card.

Chloe is the only Primary Character to appear.

Noah and Lyman’s new “voices” are heard for the first time.

Ingrid Jelton wrote this sketch in-universe.

None of the characters use their regular outfits. This is also the first time a character appears but their face isn’t shown. In this case, it’s Tyler.

No, Tyler hasn’t died again.

This episode spoofs the “Scooby-Dooby Doors” bit by having the characters be trapped in the hall.

The pink cuffs on Peony’s sleeves disappear and reappear between shots…would you be willing to believe this was shot over the course of multiple in-universe days?

[sylphidine]

[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 38

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairings: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]; Spamton/T.M. [Spamager], GiGi/Leroux [QueenKaard]

Characters: Spamton Addison, Eos Addison, Swatch Paletta, Indigo Dyer, Catechu Dyer, Julius Dyer, Endora the Third, Desiree Dyer, T.M. Tinker, GiGi McCray, Leroux Kaard, Lance O'Toole, Kirov Rouvin

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Scooby-Dooby Doors

Chapter summary: The days leading up to the Seeds of Peace Festival, as seen through varying points of view.

Author notes: Content warning for discussion of alcohol consumption, plus a [possible] hallucinatory experience.

Special thanks to @cozylittleartblog for permission to reference her QueenKaard comics. They've shaped a lot of the way I write GiGi, Leroux, and Lance.

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FRIDAY NIGHT, THE FIRST OF APRIL

Spamton had never seen a DVD hiccup like this one. Steve Sharples’ “Bolero” played out over the closing credits of MOULIN ROUGE!, and then kept looping back to play again. He’d seen audio tracks looped like this on YouTube, but a DVD doing it was new to him.

One heck of a coincidental scratch , he thought after the fourth time, and pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes.

The music stopped in mid-chord, and the word “truth” was frozen in pixels on the screen

Huh?

And then it resumed with the orchestral flourish and the unfurling of the remaining words ”beauty, freedom, but above all, love.”

Definitely unsettled now, not knowing whether or not this was the first hallucination he’d had in months, he leaned over to poke a sleepy Eos.  “M-movie’s over.”

His eldest brother came back to attention at Spamton’s words and reached for the remote, turning the 85-inch flat screen TV off. “So what did you think this time, seeing it as an adult rather than as a kid?”

“Hmmmm.” Spamton wanted to give a serious answer, since this was obviously one of his sibling’s favorite movies. “C-can I be honest? I think the f-fact of Zidler and the Diamond D-Dogs losing their - their livelihood and their home is a LOT m-more tragic than Satine dying.”

He didn’t bother to explain that losing one’s livelihood and home might be just a touch relatable. No need to ruin an evening of family bonding.

Eos nodded in response to his statement. “Same here.  I like the IDEA of love as much as anyone, but that big romance between Christian and Satine?  That was mutual obsession, not love.  Satine was street-savvy, she knew the risks of stringing the Duke along and not delivering, but she let Christian’s infatuation blind her.  The pair of them were oblivious.  THAT’S not love.”

Warming to his topic, Eos continued, “When I’ve seen people in love, truly in love, they’re MORE aware of everyone around them, not less.” He leaned over and poked Spamton back.  “I think you might know a little more about that now than you did a few years ago.”

“G-Guilty as charged.” And Spamton did actually feel guilty for what felt like hours of rhapsodizing over his partners and monopolizing the conversation.  He could blame the booze for that. 

Digging out the special vanilla bean ice cream for dessert had turned into making a pitcherful of frozen Brandy Alexanders, the drinking of which had definitely loosened Spamton’s tongue and had made both Eos and him quite sentimental.  An over-the-top lushly romantic movie had seemed the perfect thing two hours ago, but he was starting to feel he didn’t know his eldest brother any better now than he did before he’d gotten off the train.

Spamton got up from the couch and sighed. “G-Guess it’s time to call it a n-night.” It was coming up on midnight, too late to text Trez. He could probably get away with shooting a quick note to Swatch, but figured it would be better to wait until morning.  

Eos got up too and wagged his finger at his baby brother. “You’ll come talk to me if you can’t sleep, right?  I’m here to listen, you know.  It means a lot to me that you WANT to talk to me.”

“I will. And I’ll c-c-come running if I have a n-nightmare.”

“I will. And I’ll c-c-come running if I have a n-nightmare.”

“See that you do.”

SATURDAY NIGHT, THE SECOND OF APRIL

Swatch woke up abruptly when a small heat-seeking missile unerringly found its target. worming its way under their outstretched arm.  

They had been lying spread-eagled on their front, taking up as much of the bed as possible, and hadn’t heard the bedroom door open.  They rolled back onto their side and pulled Spamton into a hug, sleepily kissing his cheeks, his nose, and finally his mouth.

“Welcome home,” they rasped. “Your nose is cold.”

“And you’re w-warm. Too warm. Like - like ‘running a f-f-fever’ too warm. Are you alright?”

“Eh, I’ll live. I went on a wilderness walk today and might have gotten a little bit soaked through.”

“M-might have?”

“Okay, I definitely got soaked. I fell into a marshy bit.”

“Swatch.” It was completely dark in the room, and Spamton’s voice was firm now. “Why were you in - in a marshy bit?”

“Looking for pussy willows?”

“Pussy willows.” The small man sighed. “Well, that - that explains the v-v-vases all over the living room.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Swatch leaned in for another kiss. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

“I’d say it was because I m-missed you, but really it was b-b-b-because it’s supposed t-to rain tomorrow and Eos didn’t - didn’t want me to - to risk his precious record albums on the tr-train, so he drove me b-back here..”  Spamton anticipated Swatch’s next question.”And n-no, he didn’t just round-trip it back to - to Purchase. The f-family has a c-condo on the Upper East Side.”

“Indeed. Why am I not surprised.” They yawned, their hands wandering over their partner’s body. They commented groggily, “You poor thing. You seem to have lost your clothes somewhere between here and the front door.  Let me warm you up.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Mmmmmm.”

MONDAY NIGHT, THE FOURTH OF APRIL

Julius Dyer opened the apartment door with one hand before either Catechu or Indigo could dig out their keys.  With the other hand, he clasped a fat black cat to his chest and shoulder.

“Conquered without a fight, huh? It’s good of you to have taken Endora in until I get settled.” T.M. grinned at the twins’ dad from where she stood just behind them, a pastry box in her hands. The tall man moved back from the doorway so he could let his sons and adopted niece in.

“Girl, this kitty is keener on sports than half the folks I work with. She’s my ESPN buddy, isn’t that right, Endy?”

The cat nuzzled Julius at the sound of her nickname, and Catto smirked at the sight. “You gonna get her a little Knicks bandanna, Dad?”

“Sure thing I am.  And maybe a Mets blanket.” Julius led everyone into the living room and let Endora the Third hop out of his hold onto the couch. “Soon as she learns not to paw at the scrolly thing on the television.”

“It’s called a ticker, Dad.” Indo wrapped an arm over his father’s shoulder and steered him towards the kitchen, saying, “When’s dinner, what’s for dinner, and can I help?”

“Desiree’s home in an hour, dinner is chicken and rice casserole, and I don’t gotta be asked twice to have you do some of the chopping.”

T.M. put the box on the kitchen island, rubbed her stomach happily, and then grabbed Catto's hand. “C’mon, big fella. Let’s see how much of my stuff is downstairs in storage so I know what I have to deal with next month when I move, wherever I move.”

Catto followed her to the elevator, mock-groaning. “And I’ll bet you’re betting on me and my bro carrying it all, six flights of stairs in some walkup.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaybe.”

“Good thing you’re my sis.”

Later, as dinner was winding down, Desiree was the first to bring up rental possibilities for T.M. Ticking the points off on her fingers, she said, “There’s co-living sites, furnished rooms, and there’s apartments.  I can do a referral for you for Cohabs up in Harlem, if you want.”

“Ugh Sure, I’d have a private room and I wouldn’t have to worry about furniture, but it would be like living in a cage unless I wanted to socialize with twenty-three roommates. I did enough of that in the dorms with GiGi and her entourage. And isn’t Cohabs just for short-term remote work dweebs?”

“I think the acceptable term nowadays is ‘digital nomad’, honey. At least that’s what our office calls them. You’re right though, I can’t see it as a long-term solution for you.”

“Where does that leave me, though?”

An unspoken conversation had apparently taken place behind T.M.’s back, because Catto and Indo swooped in to grab everyone’s empty plates, and Julius, an apron wrapped around his middle, was making shooing motions. “Go talk shop, Dez, we’ve got this.”

His wife laughed as she got up from the table. “C’mon, Tab- I mean, Therese, we can finish this in the den.”

T.M. followed her, waggling her fingers at the three men and tossing the words, “Don’t eat all the crumb cake I brought, save some for us when we’re done” over her shoulder.

After half an hour of discussing the salary that T.M. would be getting at WNYC, her expected expenses for commuting on the subway, clothing, and food, Desiree went over some of the current listings her agency had for furnished and unfurnished apartments they had on file.  The results were grim, to say the least.

They both reluctantly agreed that the only real choices that fit T.M.’s budget were either studios in Kingsbridge near the college, which would be a long commute at the best of times, or a shared apartment in downtown Manhattan, with all the risks involved in living with strangers.

“Swatch isn’t going to have it any easier, you know,” Desiree pointed out. 

“I do know, even with their higher pay. And Swatch isn’t as, shall we say, gregarious, as your boys are. I don’t see Swatch wanting roommates.”

“Not even the man Swatch is dating?”

T.M. flinched, and hoped against hope that Desiree hadn’t seen her flinch.

No such luck. The older woman sighed, then seemed to make up her mind as to what to say.

“I know I have no real right to butt in, but I think of you as being one of my kids, especially with how useless your mama is.  And a little bird told me that you’re seeing Swatch’s boyfriend on the side—”

“It’s not on the side!  Swatch knows all about it. And they’re alright with it.”

To her credit, Desiree visibly was giving some thought to the implications of that remark and didn’t just rush in with a condemning reply. She did draw in a few deep breaths, and then softly asked, “Honey, are you being safe?”

T.M. knew exactly what was being asked, and something in her chest ached.  This was the mother she should have had.  This was the kind of talk she should have been able to have with her own mother. Sitting in an apartment right above the one where she used to live, it felt like miles and decades between here and now and her old pre-college life.

She couldn’t help the waver in her voice when she answered, “Yes, Desiree, I’m being safe. I’ve been on birth control for years, and I’m not having what you’d think of as sex right now anyway.” Her attempt at her usual grin faltered as she added, “Gave it up for Lent.”

She was reassured when the other woman gave a snort and snarked back at her, “That isn’t what I asked, Dr. Ruth.” 

“Really.” T.M. looked her adopted aunt straight in the eyes. “We’re just having fun. No strings.”

Desiree closed her laptop and turned in her chair, holding her arms out to T.M. “C’mere. If I can’t stop you from breaking your own heart by pretending you don't have one, I can at least give you a hug.”

WEDNESDAY NIGHT, THE SIXTH OF APRIL

Timing is everything , Spamton thought to himself as he blew his nose for what felt like the thousandth time.

Swatch’s “wilderness trek” and wet feet had resulted in Swatch having one - ONE! - day of sniffles, and then they were as right as rain, whereas Spamton was still completely congested and wheezing. He figured that navigating trains and subways had given his system enough of a petri dish that Swatch’s cold had knocked him out harder than it had Swatch.  He’d missed three days of classes, had called out of his radio show last night, and had reluctantly canceled the “dancing” part of the upcoming dance marathon on Saturday, although he fully intended to make up the amount of the monetary pledges he’d gathered out of his own pocket.

There was no way Spamton was missing out on the DJing part of the marathon, though. He’d laid his hands on a Daft Punk cosplay helmet; the visor was big enough that he could wear eyewear under it. Between the helmet, his pink and yellow shades behind the tinted charcoal glass visor, and the vocoder, DJ Dreamweaver’s identity could stay a secret.

He sighed, thinking of the lost opportunities to cut a metaphorical rug with either Trez or Swatch. Much to Spamton's surprise, Swatch had signed up for two separate hours of dancing, times to be determined. Unlike the fierce competition for pledges that had been flaring for weeks between Trez and Leroux as they hit all the local businesses in Kingsbridge, Swatch was being quietly sanguine by raising money in their old Queens neighborhood through the members of their aunt and uncle’s church parish.

And speaking of church, Spamton had to talk to his siblings about the verbal invitation for Easter weekend that he had gotten from Indigo yesterday,  passed along from Indo's parents. Apparently the Easter morning sunrise service at Rockaway Beach was an annual thing for all the Dyers and their extended family.

For the Addisons, Easter as an ecclesiastical thing had gotten less and less important over the years since their parents' death; they really only went to church as a family on Christmas Eve.  But Spamton could still remember some of the High Masses and midnight Easter Vigil services from when he was very, very young. The organ music, the chanting in Latin, the candlelight had all stuck in his head as something dreamy and marvelous, but had faded with time.

Indo had mentioned that Catto's girlfriend Kendra had also been invited, so this probably wasn't a setup for Spamton to be getting the shovel talk.

Maybe not.

Probably not.

His nose started running again, and with a sigh, he reached for another tissue.

THURSDAY NIGHT, THE SEVENTH OF APRIL

He finished decanting the liquid into the final two mason jars.  Once the boiled fruit cooled, the jars could be refrigerated until Saturday morning.

Kirov had put two of his roommates to work to help him cut up cherries, plums, and peaches. He had wheedled his floor’s RA into letting him use the kitchen in the RA suite to make kompot for the Seeds of Peace festival.

His study group for Doctor Hashimoto's history class were going to be manning a stall there. The chilled fruit drink, a reminder of his childhood, was going to be his contribution to solicit donations.  He'd also gone down by subway last weekend and had splurged on twelve bottles of Monastery Kvass with Black Currant from a Ukrainian grocery store in the East Village.

There was one more ingredient, of course. He had handled processing the berries himself, and would add their juice later, at the event itself.

The finishing touch.  A taste of home.

This was turning into an expensive exercise, if the cost of the mason jars he’d ordered from Amazon were added in.

But it was for a good cause.

Supposedly.

Kirov had very complicated feelings about the political situation in Eastern Europe, but they all came down to the firm belief that he no longer could claim Russia or Chechnya as his home. He wanted to be American.

American men could love other American men, after all.

And so what if he'd been unlucky in love so far? He was going to find someone to love, no matter who he had to push aside to do it.

In the meantime, he was going to do the American thing and help raise money for the oppressed.

FRIDAY NIGHT, THE EIGHTH OF APRIL

"It is time for sleep, mine prince, and time to giveth the MP3 player a rest. We will all listen to some lovely music tomorrow." "Are you gonna dance?"

"Yes, but thou willst not get to watch unless you sleepeth."

"Okay."  Lance was more than half asleep by this point, and let Leroux pull the covers up to his chin without any further protest.  "This is going to be the best birthday ever. Night, lesser dad. Love you."

"I love you too, my son. When thou wakest, thou wilt be..."

"Five!"

GiGi leaned over and kissed Lance on top of the head with a loud "Mwah!" sound. She said in a singsong voice, "Sleep Tight, Do Not Let The Computer Bus Bite!"

Lance giggled and slipped into dreamland as the grownups tiptoed from the room.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON, THE TENTH OF APRIL

FOOD POISONING INCIDENT AT LOCAL FESTIVAL

Four Hospitalized, Dozens Sickened During Fundraiser For Ukraine; Norovirus Suspected

Youngest Victim, Aged 5, In Fair Condition

[t-underneaththeradardancing]

uh - oh he editing

maybe its the old as fuck feeling cold and always tired  - it is tho for springtime sf  - maybe the lifetime of insomnia tho imma sleep more at then than almost ever - nowhere near 8 tho maybe 5 - 6 if lucky of actual - but ur here - why the fuck r u anyway - i mean - yes theres a kitty and good and always - and others also - missives start - if ur lookin for poetry i could give you directions or names of  -tho - some change frequently - where wuz i - are we at the hallelujah anyway part yet - good that means it almost 

over 

been worse - still here - dont cry for me argentina - jest venting and the workmen are here and noizy  -seems worse daily - but they are just below and across and also -  next door building outside a window - a couple corvids - murders find me -  when i go  - out - birdsong yes mostly all day - more to do than gonna - it adds up but  - adding to the infinity and so on and so forth and scooby dooby doo song or snoop dogg 

[luckycheesefoodie321]

Everyone’s making a Scooby Doo pitch!!! I did one based off of Michael Fry’s old Irish grandpa video here but gonna expand out a bit

So my initial thing was:

Next Scooby Doo adaptation should just be old man Shaggy spinning a tale of Mystery Inc’s final mystery.

Now if we were to take the 2002 cast back, and they’re not much into the mystery hunting these days, they’re clearly aged. Fred and Daphne have kids now, with Fred being a stay at home dad and the occasional modelling gig, and Daphne running a successful martial arts studio. Velma’s a professor, potentially with a wife or partner. Shaggy is helping run his parents business empire. Scooby is an old old dog now.

But strange things are happening and old Fred’s getting the mystery tingles again. And for once Shaggy is the first to volunteer to join since he’s been chafing at the business life he’s immersed in. Old Scooby isn’t quite up to running around but they load him up in the mystery machine which Fred had been using as a minivan for his kids. The kids obvi either come along or make cameos.

Velma had been exploring anomalies in the earth’s movement or something science related and contacts Fred first. Daphne has to fly in from another state where she’d been doing some tv promos.

There has to be a moment where Fred is like “I’m not as fast as I used to be” “we all aren’t exactly in our prime anymore” gasps Shaggy during a classic chase scene and Daphne flies in abruptly and kicks ass saying “speak for yourself!”

The same happy-go-lucky characters. The same best friends. Having a wonderful time. Some distance but still lots of love between them. Fred and Daphne’s kids know them all as Uncle Shaggy and Aunty Velma and Dooby-Doo.

Ultimately whatever the mystery is, they solve it. Scooby is just happy to watch the humans he loves the most have fun all together.

Cut back to old Shaggy. Talking about Scooby’s final moments. How the whole gang turned up to be with him as he said goodbye to his best friend.

And it’s sad. But it’s coming of age and moving on and growing up. And it’s remembering the best of your youth. And you pan out from his house and there’s the mystery van. Rusted and old but there. And then there’s a knock at the door.

“Oh that must be the gang with lunch. Put on a cuppa will ye?”

Final shot is all the gang, much much older, but sitting and laughing and reminiscing about the old times. With Scooby’s photo up on the mantle next to a shot of them all together when they were teenagers.

[scoobydoobaday]

The New Scooby-Doo Movies S01E10 - The Ghost of Bigfoot (1972) Hanna Barbera Productions

[spiceynoodls]

Okay so like, Mystery Inc. is a club they started in middle school when Shaggy moved into Coolsville. They originally just read mystery novels and talked about famous mysteries and stuff, but when they got in high school they started solving mysteries. They’re around 16-18 (Shaggy being the youngest and Fred being the oldest).

They have sleepovers all the time, to the point where Daphne has clothes for all of them at her house, and they’ll jump between everyone’s houses all the time. They all call Shaggy’s grandma “Gran” and she helps them with schoolwork.

Daphne is mega rich, and super popular. She knows everyone at school and most people in town because her parents are both very social, and she takes after them. They have most meetings in her bedroom with Little Bites and Pepsi, provided by Shaggy & Fred. Daphne is super kind to everyone and strongly believes that everyone should be treated with the same respect, but she doesn’t tolerate bullying and will stand up for anyone. She likes to do Shaggy’s hair because she has trouble doing her own and Velma’s is too short to do much. She paints Velma’s nails, though.

Velma lives with her dad, and she spends most of her time either with him or Daphne. They’ve been best friends since the third grade when Daphne gave Velma a pudding cup after she tripped and scraped her knee. She’s a mega nerd when it comes to ghosts, even though she’s dead afraid of them. Velma gets annoyed easily, but she’s never mean. She’s very picky, only Daphne can get her to try new foods, and Velma usually loves them. Velma’s the only person who gets to make fun of her friends, and she has gotten in a fist fight because some kid made fun of Fred for saying he liked Taylor Swift.

Shaggy is the most pure innocent child ever, he can do no wrong. He’s good at doing things accidentally. Secret passage? Found. Spooky riddle? Solved. Multiple choice quiz he didn’t study for? Aced. He somehow always has food, and is an expert is all things mysterious. He has a backpack that has the most random stuff in it. Velma will be like “If only I had this random thing.” And Shaggy will pull it out like “This random thing?” Scooby is his new puppy he just loves so much, and he brings Scooby everywhere- except school, for obvious reasons- and Scooby is surprisingly well trained. He moved to Coolsville in the seventh grade right next door to Fred and across the street from Daphne. He and Fred are like brothers, they’re always together and aren’t shy when it comes to showing affection for one another. Even without a job, Shaggy always has spending money. Nobody knows how.

Fred, the aromantic king, chugs the respect woman juice, treats everyone he meets with respect, respects his friends boundaries like no man ever has. He’s a straight-A honor roll student with way too much free time. He’s not really educated when it comes to ghosts and ghouls, but he loves watching Velma and Shaggy launch into monologues about all the spooky things. He’s known Daphne since they were both babies, since their parents are friends. Fred can make a MEAN potato casserole, and cleans for fun. FOR. FUN. As the only Mystery Inc. member with a license, Fred is everyone’s personal driver and often does fast-food runs for the gang. Everyone insists on paying for the food and the gas, even though Fred feels like he doesn’t need them to. He appreciates the gesture, though.

Okay feel free to judge me harshly because I threw this together just now in the past 15 minutes. Have a good day/night!

Scooby Dooby Doo!

[radioactiveshitstorm]

things i've heard at random since moving into a supported living hostel (1/?):

"benedict cumberbatch. benedict cumberpatch. benedick cumberpats" "I WAS BORN THIS WAY-HEY, I WAS BORN THIS WAY-HEY" "guys, i'm hungry"

"i'm not gay but like show me what you got daddy"

"yeah, god bless yah, you little shitbag"

"my turds are like fucking concrete"

"ssssssilly girl. sssssssssilly little girl…" "who the fuck are you talking to, you daft slut?"

"STOP BENDING OVER, IT'S LIKE THE BLACK HOLE OF CALCUTTA"

"SCOOBY DOOBY DOO, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU'VE GOT SOME ARSE TO FUCK NOW"

"HAVIN' A WANK, ARE YOU?"

honourable mentions to the time i heard next-door discussing different brands of instant mash, and the time someone started blasting the bagpipe version of Amazing Grace at nearly 10pm, and this very morning, when i found out someone had snuck a dog into their room last night only because it started barking like crazy

[1800ligmaballzhigh]

Ben Shapiro Chapter 5:Date Night

  When Ben got home, he realized that shaggy never mentioned what time he'd be picking him up. He sent him a quick text and left his phone on the bathroom sink. He has halfway through taking a shower, when he heard his phone ring. He stepped out of the shower and put on the some limited edition Mountain Dew deodorant and sprayed some bath and body works cherry blossom scented shimmer body spray. He just let the phone ring, as beauty takes time. He put on the outfit he picked out, a cute pink prairie dress, complete with black thigh high stockings, held up by a garter, and his loboutin red bottom heals. He grabbed his phone and went to stand out by the curb to wait for shaggy. As he walked, he checked his phone to see who called him. When he saw who called him, he stopped in his tracks. It was dooby doo. He check his messages and saw that he had accidentally texted Scooby, what time are you coming? Scooby had replied, right row ritch roi. Scooby was on his way. He heard tires screech outside his door, he looked out the peephole and was relieved to see the mystery machine. Ben quickly ran outside and hopped in the front seat. Shaggy put the car in drive and glanced at Ben. "Like why are you sweating?" Ben tried to play it off as him just having worked out. Ben didn't work out. The most exercise he did was lifting the remote to skip adds while watching anime and dipping his hand into his bag of cockroaches. Beh was very skinny and malnourished due to his favorite food being cockroaches. Contrary to popular belief, cockroaches aren't that nutritious, they're mostly shell. As shaggy turned the corner, he could see Scooby's neon green corvet pull up to his house. But either way he was on a date with his new man, and scooby's ex, shaggy. Ben couldn't remember his last name.

[crossgravitycamp]

The other day as i was driving into work i got this random anxiety thought of ‘what if i forgot to lock the door? I don’t specifically remember doing it what if i didn’t?” And then proceeded to worry about it in the back of my mind all day.

Solution found: say like a meme quote or sth out loud as you do it so you’ll remember doing it. Today’s was that “chilling on the weekend like usual, watching spongebob and scooby-dooby-doo”